Stone Soup by Jan Eliot

Stone Soup

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  1. pelican47

    pelican47 said, over 3 years ago

    It’s like pulling teeth to get this story to the surface.

  2. YokohamaMama

    YokohamaMama said, over 3 years ago


    As it is with kids.

  3. Macushlalondra

    Macushlalondra said, over 3 years ago

    Yeah start pulling those teeth. What. did. you. do. that. made. Kaytlyn. angry?

  4. Dani Rice

    Dani Rice GoComics PRO Member said, over 3 years ago

    Most kids out-grow this sort of behavior. The rest run for Congress.

  5. rowena28

    rowena28 GoComics PRO Member said, over 3 years ago

    To some extent, people live up or down to their parents’ expectations. So it is a bad idea for her mother to assume that she did something wrong. That said, apologies are nearly worthless. People need to focus on restitution, not empty words.

  6. route66paul

    route66paul said, over 3 years ago

    I think she was talking smack about the boy Kaytlyn has her eye on.

  7. T_Lexi

    T_Lexi said, over 3 years ago

    What about an open-ended question – Why is she mad at you?

  8. Comic Minister

    Comic Minister said, over 3 years ago

    I’m afraid not.

  9. locake

    locake said, over 3 years ago

    The conversation would go better if the mom didn’t accuse her of something right away. Simply ask why Kaytlyn is mad at her. An apology is worthless if you keep doing the bad thing.

  10. Doctor11

    Doctor11 GoComics PRO Member said, over 3 years ago

    This is going to take a while I bet.

  11. comicsssfan

    comicsssfan said, over 3 years ago

    Who the heck is Katlyn? That should be forgotten about quickly enough. My big problem was my mother was always mad at me. For what reason I don’t know. But she didn’t like any males. People in the neighborhood and my dad thought it highly amusing at the time. And I couldn’t just move out. It would have looked bad to Grandma, because Grandma was on to her. So I had to live outside without food or shelter. But I wasn’t allowed inside until late in the evening. And I wasn’t allowed to move in with friends, or my mother would call them and threaten them. So I was left to finding odd jobs here and there and wandering the neighborhood like a ghost. Unless someone would talk to me, which wasn’t that common. I think there is a pervasive myth that women who don’t like males are holy and good and righteous. My mother didn’t look too righteous when later in her life she started going out with women who had deep voices.

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