_What’ll I do_
_When I_
_Am wondering who_
_Is kissing you—_
_What’ll I do?_
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.