[ Opens mouth, closes it. And then she looks like she's not sure if she's incredulous or horrified up until she exhales and before she can form a proper response, the TV is coming on again. Static before it begins to play something else. Namely, it makes to play . . . Well this and the next three pages. There's an Elda that now that the woman is seeing her on the screen - god damn she har long hair. Long hair and lone gaudy red nails. And she's thinner than her too - golly, she has to way less than a hundred pounds.
... But it's the silver-haired woman who comes in with a drop kick that really draws Elda's reflexive ire. Ugh. Ugh... she can remember how annoyed she was in this moment, and seeing it play on screen that really is an irksome way to handle her son. ]
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... But it's the silver-haired woman who comes in with a drop kick that really draws Elda's reflexive ire. Ugh. Ugh... she can remember how annoyed she was in this moment, and seeing it play on screen that really is an irksome way to handle her son. ]