The Princess and the Minotaur ...continued
She handed the Coke bottle back across, and Lee held it pinched between the first two fingers of his left hand. She was curled into the seat, arms resting on her knees. He reached highway speed and asked, "Design check!"
"It's a good one. The mystery shack slides down Confusion Hill." She put the pen in her shirt pocket, then focused on the passing scenery. "People don't write stories about working in an office or walking down a sidewalk. Those aren't the stories that endure—"
"Fuck you. Is that the kind of myth you envision for your life? The Ugly Dolls, the piercings, my stunningly impressive collection of tilt-pens, the mess I endure to keep my hair this lovely shade of shocking-pink. I want it all to say, Hey Asshole, this isn't the straight 'n' narrow here, so if you can't endure a few twists and turns, keep on walking."
"What the hell happened to you growing up that the straight and narrow–you know, normal life–is so ugly?" Lee flicked his fingers. "This Coke is about as apple pie as it gets but, my, it sure went down easy."
"Hah...and where were you when you bought it?" He thought about that as they passed Redwood Carvings For Christ and the turn-off for the Drive-Thru Tree.
"Lee-bee, I would pee all over myself if I could find a guy willing to walk in the labryinth for me." She took her feet off the dashboard and folded them under her. "Where are they?"