They finished the chorus together.
“Oh, you darling,” breathed Derry. “Of course, Roger must be out of his mind.”
Rosemary decelerated and slid an arm round his neck.
“So must Jenny,” she whispered.
As she gave him her lips, headlights leapt out of the darkness and four tires tore at the road.
Peruke wrenched the wheel round, and they missed a head-on collision by an inch and a half.
There was nothing to be said or done.
The coupé alone was to blame, Rosemary having allowed her to stray to the right of the road.
As the cars drew apart—
“They must have seen us,” said Rosemary. “Let’s pray it was no one we knew.”