OMG you are right. I never dreamed she was that old.
The undead live for centuries.
Wow, just like in “Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter”!
I was just reading this issue while hanging out in the clubhouse at the pool, waiting to see if Thor would allow us to resume the interrupted swim meet. (No. Our team conceded.)
I was deeply touched by the sad sorry of “Sowing His Wild Oats.” The adults were a bunch of goofs, but none of it was the baby’s fault, which makes it a Tale for Our Time.