Welcome to the weekly update of "Saturday" the book! For this edition, we'll have to hop into our Deloreans because this scene goes down earlier in the week (Monday evening, to be precise).
Because I'm posting faster than I'm drawing, I'll have to supplement panels from current pages with panels from previous pages (still new, just not current). We'll ostensibly be jumping back and fourth through time. With any luck, we'll be able to go back, save our parents' marriage, save Doc Brown's life, and have a sweet 4 x 4 waiting for us in the garage when we get back. All to the tune of Huey Lewis (and I guess the News can come, too, if you're into that sort of thing).
If you have no idea what I'm talking about you can make like a tree and get out of here.
And speaking of our parents' marriage, today's panels involve just that. Fred has just gotten home very, very late, having missed dinner:
There was a decent window of time in which Elizabeth was left to worry about what happened to Fred. A lot of "Saturday" is about imagination. Mostly it's about how imagination and creativity can make life worth living. But there's another side to that coin that doesn't get talked about much: That wonderful, infinitely complex, squishy machine inside our heads that makes creativity and art and music possible? It also allows us to imagine awful, frightening, haunting scenarios. It's where things like hypochondria come from.
But let's not dwell on that. We have other things on which to dwell.
Elizabeth was understandably worried. Fred was delayed by circumstances beyond his control and instead of coming home to sympathy, he's met with a wife whose worry has turned into anger (have you ever done that? You worry about someone you love and then when you see they're ok you think, "Well, since I don't have to mourn over a dead body I think I'll yell at the living one"?). Both have legitimate points. The problem is that they end up talking past each other.
I think most fights are that way. A lot of the time you end up fighting about two different things. If logic prevailed, the two parties could simply enumerate their grievances and desired outcomes and be done with it. But the problem is that we have obnoxious emotions that screw up everything. We're often not able to voice things logically because emotion make words come out of mouth hole bad. But emotion also make Fred and Elizabeth love each other very much lots. If they didn't care, they wouldn't fight because they wouldn't have anything to be upset about.
I'd bet Vulcans never get into fights. But I'd bet there's very little passion. You ever see a couple in a restaurant who never seem to talk to each other? They're almost ALWAYS Vulcans.
If you actually love someone, you're going to get into a fight at some point. When you're in the thick of it, try not to let your emotions work your mouth like some sadistic puppeteer. And then, when emotion go away some, come back and make words come out of mouth more gooder.