ELEVEN“LEONARD, SLOW DOWN, PLEASE,” Honey said as the Peugeot’s over worn tires squealed through the hairpin turns on the steep road down through the orchards to St. Tropez.
“I’m not going that fast, pumpkin,” Leonard said. “These turns are just too tight, and the tires are too old.”
Honey braced herself with both feet on the floorboard and both hands on the padding above the passenger glove compartment. “You are going too fast. If the tires are making screeching noises, you’re going too fast.”
“I am not going too fast,” Leonard said through gritted teeth. The car hit a dangerous curve and skidded into the oncoming lane.
“Stop the car this instant,” Honey yelled. “I am getting out before you kill us both.”
Leonard regained control of the vehicle in plenty of time to avoid oncoming tra
