Cayla – Page 95 – Son of Stuck Funky

The Name Game

I thought he’d finally settled on Cayla, but Les is either totally insensitive, or he’s really diggin’ stringing these two along. What is up with him? Can’t he just leave it at “Good for you”? He has to get all creepy? “Susan Smith is the way I remember you best…when you were the student and I was Mister Moore…” I wish Cayla would dump that glass of box wine over the both of them, or even better, smash the glass and cut ’em up with it. So sick of this.

Meanwhile in panel 1, what little joke is being shared by principal Nate and Dead Skunk Head John? I like to think that they’re having a good laugh at Les’ expense. “Ofay’s wearin’ that nasty ol’ yellow shirt again!” “Yeah, Nate, y’know, even Superman changed his tights once in a while!”

Happy Sue Year

It took a few months, but Susan finally has taken a cue from Cayla and updated her look, trading in her girlish ponytail for a more sophisticated ‘do. The added surprise of Susan’s big news causes Cayla’s head to nearly swivel right off its moorings.

The Grounded One

Over hot chocolate (turns out Cayla, sadly, was not being suggestive), Les spins a riveting yarn of being stuck on the tarmac in Houston, getting in yet another mention of that damn infernal “dead” phone. Nary a word, though, about the “dead” wife whose dire warning he chose to ignore.

What’s harder to ignore is the background in panel 1. What the hell is that on the wall? Abstract art? A broken mirror? Snowflake cutouts that Summer made in first grade?

It's Called a Long Story

TB’s penchant for never drawing Summer the same way twice continues. Who is that heavy-lidded, slack-jawed boy in panel 2?

And Cayla, bringin’ “some hot chocolate”? Mmm-hmmm. Rent a room, you two!

Home, Les

When what to their wondering eyes should appear…it’s Les, home safe and sound. To the astonishment of absolutely no one, TB has gone to great lengths to build intrigue, with no payoff, none whatsoever. Hard to believe the erstwhile hall monitor has the strength to hoist his strapping daughter with a rib-cracking hug, but anyway.