God, I hated drawing all the shit on that shelf. I truly feel that the greatest challenge an artist can face is drawing mundane things, and it's always telling to me how many artists don't bother drawing them.
I appreciate your taking the trouble boss. You're a good visual storyteller. The contrast of anguished Melanie with the rack of just-normal-everyday supplies brings home the loneliness of the moment. Her pain is both unique and utterly normal.
I really don't know how I can keep being optimistic when I come back to read the new pages. I mean, I know this is the part where everything officially goes to hell, but I'm always like, "Maybe it'll go to hell minus one this time," and I really don't know why.