Chapter 11, Page 14 It falls to her

Let's be fair, first of all. Dad could sleep through an air raid siren, a little thunder and a screaming baby aren't going to even register. Besides, Mom is the one with the nurturing instincts. Dad's job is to chase bats out of the bedroom.

More on that later.

Chapter 11, Page 13 Blue Girl

One of the problems with not having any extra padding is that there's nothing to protect you from the cold. Another is that you don't float very well. Both these problems make swimming rather difficult. Even unpleasant. It's too bad. I like swimming. Conny, not so much.

Chapter 11, Page 12 Not at home

What I remember is blinking and seeing my sisters making the strangest faces at me. Apparently they'd been trying to get my attention for some time. Dreaming with my eyes open? Stranger things have happened.

Chapter 11, Page 11 Distracted

So Mary is back in driving class. Or, at least her body is. As usual, keeping her mind in the same reality that her body inhabits proves a little too hard. Maybe if the classroom didn't feel like a rainforest.

Chapter 11, Page 10 Bloop

I really hated that swimsuit. It was quite possibly the worst design I have ever seen, just in terms of practicality.

Really.


What the heck were the designers thinking?!

Chapter 11, Page 9 Fuzzy Blue Trunks

You really should see the real thing. Or not, depending on your tolerances. Seriously, fuzzy blue swim trunks?? Who thought that terry cloth would make a good material for this? And why did Dad buy the thing?!

Pretty sure those trunks are significantly older than Mary, and it's starting to show.

Chapter 11, Page 8 A growing fear

I'm sure I'm not the only one who's had a bad experience with those scare-'em-straight driving videos. You know, the ones that go into gruesome detail on what happens if you drink and drive or otherwise behave like an idiot behind the wheel. As if Mary's imagination really needed fueling.