It looks as though the giant telepathic (?) moth has been taken care of, and as convenience would have it, all the other moths have departed as well. And not a moment too soon, as Becky and her client have run almost completely out of clothing. Oh well: at the end of the day, it's an excuse to go shopping, which is an activity I'm sure that Jacqueline would appreciate. It seems like there's another surprise in store, though, as a familiar voice turns the young housewife's head and makes her heart flutter.
I was going to throw out the ornamental mailbox mention without a footnote, but decided that it was a little too inside baseball (ie: a reference only I would get) and threw in the caption at the bottom where, let's face it, there was some dead space for it. Also it's the second to last page in this story and I've finally gotten the hang of drawing Jacqueline's hair when it's down. Life's a funny thing sometimes.
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