I redrew this page in its entirety, twice. What remains is a cut and shut of different bits. It’s not even a complicated page. I think I might have had something lumpy in my back pocket. I couldn’t get comfortable. Unlike Tom in his egg chair.
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Another of Tom’s tales… let’s hope this one doesn’t have any portentous power. It couldn’t possibly, could it? SECRET SENTAI ends tomorrow.
Maggie’s really teased up that quiff for a special occasion. It probably creates its own gravity. That’s the end of Secret Sentai, thanks for reading. Steeple will take a short break, a new story will start on Nov 9th.
You have a week to wait until the next Steeple story, please use this week to get any admin you have outstanding out of the way. I’m talking balancing your chequebook, organising your desk drawers, cleaning the back seat of your car. Use the comments for this page to drum up emotional support for your toil and I’ll see you on November 6th for our Parish Notices (some very important information) before comics start again on the 9th.
I regret to inform you, tender reader, that Billie and Maggie are pickled. Updates on this story are three times a week, M-W-F, though you get four updates on Christmas week. At that point I will have made as many Steeple pages in 2020 as I made in 2019, and will be permitted to enter the “Odinsleep” (or similar).
I’m not 100% sure that panel 7 isn’t the most shameful in my canon. There were two versions of it, one emphasises madness, the other provides a clear line of action. By the time you read this I may have implemented a “third way”.
There’s something about this comic that makes me think Reverend Penrose isn’t actually wearing an electric blanket and Mrs Clovis wasn’t playing a huge church organ.
Billie is hungover, Maggie seems… barely to be showing any signs of strife. What a diabolical state of affairs. I’ve seldom had to depict so wretched a display. Hopefully things will pick up a bit tomorrow. Christmas day.
Billie and Maggie emerge into a thorny and painful world. It’s a cruel day when there’s no breakfast in it.