She lounged dramatically over the back of the couch, beer bottle dangling from the tips of her fingers. “I just think- and you know I'm right- I'm better in blues and! and greens. But the flag is oranges and- red? Pink? Plum? What color is that?”
“Not plum.”
“Whatever, pink then. I'm not a pink girl!”
“Yes, dear. Lets put the drink down and get you to bed.”
“I'm washed out in orange.”
“You don't have to wear the flag.”
“Like hell, I don't!”














