Chapter Twelve
Steven drove off, not smoothly, but at least he didn’t stall. As he turned on the ignition, an apparition of Pugsy appeared from the corner with innards dribbling from his mouth. It’s not real, he told himself, when that didn’t work, he tried some deep breathing. When that didn’t work, he thought of Beatrice’s driving, if he could sit through that, he could drive.
He turned the keys, switched the gear from park to reverse and just missed the front of the police car. He swore, pushed the gear into drive, held his breath and turned onto the road.
Beatrice pulled out her Neil Diamond CD and tuned the radio to Terry Wogan.
Nefertiti at first followed behind, but as that required sitting in second, she took to swerving in front and giving Steven the all clear at each bend tha
