The little party broke up late in the afternoon. Paul dropped Joyce, Pook, and Saav off at their cottage, and continued home with Zeus yelling at him about his driving, as usual.
“Gaaaahhhhh you are going to kill us!” yelled Zeus. “Watch that truck!”
“I see the truck. Would you please shut up?” Paul snapped.
“Can’t you hire a driver? You are going to wrap us around a tree one of these days!”
“No I’m not. Keep this up and I’ll stuff you in the glovebox,” snarled Paul.
“Yeah, you and whose army?” sneered Zeus.
“You’re driving me nuts!”
“Your driving is driving me nuts!” the cat retorted.
“You’re driving yourself nuts,” said Paul. “Seems to me you need some kitty tranquilizers when you get in a car.”
“Oh no I don’t. Why can’t you just hire someone who knows how to drive before you kill somebody?”
“Will you get off that? I’m a good driver. You’re just a nervous passenger.”
Zeus snorted at Paul. “I’m only nervous because you’re the worst driver in the world. Geez! Get out of the ditch over here!”
“I’m not in the ditch!” yelled Paul.
“Gaaaahhhhh! Stay in your own lane!”
“Zeus, if you don’t shut up…”
“Aw, what are you gonna do? Yell at me? Oooo, scary. Hey! Watch the guardrail!” the cat howled.
“Oh God, why me?” sighed Paul.
“Oh please. Spare me. Can’t you slow down?”
Paul sighed loudly. “How come you didn’t yell at me in front of Joyce?”
“I’m not yelling. I didn’t want to scare her or Pook and Saav by pointing out your complete lack of driving skills,” Zeus replied.
“Oh, how thoughtful of you. Let’s pretend they are still here, then, and let me have some peace and quiet.”
“You don’t need peace and quiet. You need to hire a driver,” Zeus snapped.
“If I hear that one more time – “
“You missed the driveway again,” snickered the cat.
“Gaaaahhhhh you are going to kill us!” yelled Zeus. “Watch that truck!”
“I see the truck. Would you please shut up?” Paul snapped.
“Can’t you hire a driver? You are going to wrap us around a tree one of these days!”
“No I’m not. Keep this up and I’ll stuff you in the glovebox,” snarled Paul.
“Yeah, you and whose army?” sneered Zeus.
“You’re driving me nuts!”
“Your driving is driving me nuts!” the cat retorted.
“You’re driving yourself nuts,” said Paul. “Seems to me you need some kitty tranquilizers when you get in a car.”
“Oh no I don’t. Why can’t you just hire someone who knows how to drive before you kill somebody?”
“Will you get off that? I’m a good driver. You’re just a nervous passenger.”
Zeus snorted at Paul. “I’m only nervous because you’re the worst driver in the world. Geez! Get out of the ditch over here!”
“I’m not in the ditch!” yelled Paul.
“Gaaaahhhhh! Stay in your own lane!”
“Zeus, if you don’t shut up…”
“Aw, what are you gonna do? Yell at me? Oooo, scary. Hey! Watch the guardrail!” the cat howled.
“Oh God, why me?” sighed Paul.
“Oh please. Spare me. Can’t you slow down?”
Paul sighed loudly. “How come you didn’t yell at me in front of Joyce?”
“I’m not yelling. I didn’t want to scare her or Pook and Saav by pointing out your complete lack of driving skills,” Zeus replied.
“Oh, how thoughtful of you. Let’s pretend they are still here, then, and let me have some peace and quiet.”
“You don’t need peace and quiet. You need to hire a driver,” Zeus snapped.
“If I hear that one more time – “
“You missed the driveway again,” snickered the cat.