There's just something off about today's argument. It's not the goldenrod couch or the fuschia walls, and it's not Dr Jeff's sulky faces. I think it's Dr Jeff himself, standing up to Mary . . . after all these years of subservience . . . saying all the things we've been thinking . . .Perhaps one of the artists responsible for the strip has gone away for the holiday weekend. Perhaps they've left the newbie in charge. All the slights and discarded ideas of the many months of toiling away drawing an aging, meddling creep are boiling over into sheer fury. Fury at the Mary Worth canon, at Saunders, and most of all, at Mary herself. She takes up a pencil and begins to sketch out a sweatsuit . . .
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