TWENTY-ONE
Jack had his polystyrene take-away box balanced on his lap in the car, one hand on that, the other on Mandy’s thigh. ‘Perhaps you should take your hand off my leg and put two on the apple crumble, you don’t want to take any chances.’ He took his hand off. ‘I was joking.’ He put his hand back, but slightly higher, she moved it down to where it had permission to be. ‘I thought you were going to eat that in the car?’
‘I was, but you’re all over the place, driving so fast.’
‘Oh, I see.’
They reached Somerstown quickly, following a patrol car with the blues and twos. They filtered their way through the cordon of police cars and TV wagons; ‘Here before us again, how do they do it?’
‘They probably skipped dessert. Now, promise me you will be careful.’ Mandy said.
‘Yes,’ Jack repl
