Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for June 09, 2016

Transcript:

Mike: Everything's changed, Rev, everything! J.J. and I don't have a single thing in common anymore! And yet I think of her constantly. I see her face everywhere. Even the wind seems to whisper her name... Wind: Rhoda! Rhoda! Rhoda! Rhoda! Rev. Sloan: Rhoda? Mike: Must have changed directions. Wind: Gloria! Barbi!