When Tug had finished laughing, he said, “Hey, you ever gotten interested in bande dessinée? With an image like that, you’re halfway there.”
“Oh, I can’t tell a story to save my life.”
“Well, what if we collaborate? Here, give me that pad and a pencil, and I’ll rough something out.”
“What’s the story going to be about?”
“It’ll be about—about life in Carrollboro.”
Tug scrawled a three-by-three matrix of panels and, suddenly inspired, began populating them with stick figures and word balloons.
Sukey leaned in close, and Tug could smell intoxicating scents of raw woodsmoke and wild weather tangled in her hair.
9 “More Ocarina!”
Tug had never been subjected to a one-on-one confrontation with Oswaldo Vasterling before. The circumstances of their first dialogue added a certain surreal qu
