|Wednesday, May 9, 2007|
|Panel 1: In
Marie's residence room, Marie sits on an uncomfortable desk chair, and
Casey sits on an equally uncomfortable woven chair. Casey is staring
off into the middle distance.|
Casey: Thank you for...letting me...talk to...
Marie: Casey, are you okay?
Panel 2: Casey buries his face in his hands.
Casey: No. I'm...angry.
Marie: I've never seen you lose your temper before.
Panel 3: Casey looks down, glowering.
Casey: I know. I've trained myself. I used to lash out without thinking. I hurt one too many people; I decided it had to stop. But it comes back sometimes, and then I can't control it.
Marie: Like an anger-management sneeze.
Casey: So now I'm blowing my nose on you...