Mag Mell That Ends Well — Page 24
Fetch and Tara have some “philosophical differences” about property and the general nature of reality. Or reality of nature? Either way, each thinks the other is living in a fairy tale.
Speaking of the suburbs, the current president of my country has decided to “protect” suburbanites from people who use low-income housing — i.e., poor people, Black people, people of color, the disabled, and anyone else this fascist deems a threat to “property values.”
Suburbia is the flip-side to gentrification. Affluent white people will colonize your neighborhood and drive out the poor, but don’t dare move next door to them. They’ll sic the feds to whisk you away in an unmarked van.
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PANEL 1: Fetch and Tara walk outside the restaurant toward the car.
FETCH: You lot have to make your minds up. First it’s “be more fae, Fetch!” Then it’s “don’t be too fae, Fetch!”
TARA: Don’t put that on me. That’s all Ma. And don’t tell her what you did.
PANEL 2: Tara lights a cigarette while leaning against the car. Fetch sits on the hood.
FETCH: Really? Making a condo spout geysers of shit oughta be plenty “fae” for her.
TARA: Human condos, yes. But you went against your own kind, Fetch.
PANEL 3: Fetch looks incredulous, Tara acts dismissive.
FETCH: I …?! What about Scotty Monroe? His condos push “our kind” into the street!
TARA: He’s just a businessman. It’s not his fault your friends can’t afford to live there.
PANEL 4: Fetch gives her a raised eyebrow.
PANEL 5: Fetch annoyed, Tara mocking
FETCH: Afford. We never had to “afford” anything before.
PANEL 6:
FETCH: This is the Otherworld. A mythic space. Endless forests, bogs, castle ruins, vast oceans — a realm of illusions with no limit.
TARA: Ha? Endless. You’re living in a fantasy.
PANEL 7: Fetch gives her a wide-eyed look of incredulity. Tara tosses the cigarette.
FETCH: Fan - Wha...who..ha...huh…
TARA: Anyway, let’s get you home. I have errands to run.
FETCH: You lot have to make your minds up. First it’s “be more fae, Fetch!” Then it’s “don’t be too fae, Fetch!”
TARA: Don’t put that on me. That’s all Ma. And don’t tell her what you did.
PANEL 2: Tara lights a cigarette while leaning against the car. Fetch sits on the hood.
FETCH: Really? Making a condo spout geysers of shit oughta be plenty “fae” for her.
TARA: Human condos, yes. But you went against your own kind, Fetch.
PANEL 3: Fetch looks incredulous, Tara acts dismissive.
FETCH: I …?! What about Scotty Monroe? His condos push “our kind” into the street!
TARA: He’s just a businessman. It’s not his fault your friends can’t afford to live there.
PANEL 4: Fetch gives her a raised eyebrow.
PANEL 5: Fetch annoyed, Tara mocking
FETCH: Afford. We never had to “afford” anything before.
PANEL 6:
FETCH: This is the Otherworld. A mythic space. Endless forests, bogs, castle ruins, vast oceans — a realm of illusions with no limit.
TARA: Ha? Endless. You’re living in a fantasy.
PANEL 7: Fetch gives her a wide-eyed look of incredulity. Tara tosses the cigarette.
FETCH: Fan - Wha...who..ha...huh…
TARA: Anyway, let’s get you home. I have errands to run.
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