A table full of old friends and three regulars sit at the front of the bar, startled by the demand of an angry stranger. Thea shuffles past the patrons timidly, embarrassed, between this and the next strip.
Here's the old strip! (Sorry this one was put up a little late! My Travel Brain hasn't settled down yet.)
Join the GWS mailing list!
It's free, infrequent, & not annoying.