Panel 2: Elly does her impersonation of her mom Marian, as she proclaims, “Lilliput’s is your store now, ladies.” Actually it’s Moira’s store. Beatrice Alfarero just works there, but I know what she means. Moira has lost an eye, but she has made up for it in weight gain. She has put on a lot of weight since the time she sold the place last April. I guess without Elly there to consume any leftover food or phone books, Moira must have taken on the task herself to the detriment of her waistline. Just to let you know, Moira, I don’t mind you took down the ceiling decorations. I have hated them for years. It was like some kid had hung an amateurishly done mobile. Also, moving the railroad display gets John Patterson out of the store. Bravo all around, Moira. Now if I can just figure out what you have pinned between your right arm and your body.
Panel 3: Elly sighs and gets misty while looking up at where the ceiling decorations used to be. If she hadn’t sold the store, they would still be there. Yes, Elly, owning a store is all about the ceiling decorations.
Panel 4: In this panel, Elly does her Margaret Hamilton imitation as she reflects on the part of the business she didn’t like, which was apparently the customers. Yes, Elly, the worst part of owning a store is dealing with customers. Now Elly has no regrets in leaving, and somewhere a telephone book sighs a deep sigh of relief. We have a lady talking to Moira with a small child holding an ice cream, that has melted and produced a puddle on the floor, but more likely it is the child who has made the puddle by other means, since the ice cream looks relatively intact. To her left is a child in a striped shirt holding two toys up to the woman holding the child. It is simply horrible when children in a toy store want toys. The boy in the front over the astronomy display is the most curious. It looks like he has a monocle over his right eye and the hair shaved off the right side of his head (brain surgery maybe) and dirt marks on his face and his clothing. He is holding some object, perhaps as a pretend gun and is tipping over that upright box thing to his right as Beatrice Alfarero looks on in abject horror either at the boy, or the fact she has lost all the hair on the sides of her head. What is with this kid? Did Fagin lose a street urchin?