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“Three months ago, I wouldn’t have done this. But, I figure I’ve toughened you up enough to take it. Besides, I’m not exaggerating that much.” “Fine. Fine. Take a girl’s most embarrassing moment and capture it for posterity. Thank you very much, dear heart.” I continued with the story. Now Ava had me in the doorway of her bedroom, frenzied eyes still protruding, panic sweat flying and tears streaming down my face. Following that, from the same angle, Ava rose up in her bed with a confused look on her face. Her word balloon said, “What in the world?” I was still in her doorway, but now I had taken the exaggerated pose of the stereotypical cartoon diver, hands together, knees bent, getting ready to make my somersault. The next panel was elongated across the full width of the page. Ava had