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Once the awkward silence had been broken, Tom and his two guests had a superb evening, with much of the laughter which used to be present in the early days of Tom's marriage. Rosemary was her usual self, full of fun, and taking sly shots at both her host and her husband. Finally, at midnight, Jerry started yawning and Rosemary, who knew the signs by this time, said brightly, "Come on, dozy, lucky I'm driving because we'd never get home with you behind the wheel." Gathering jackets and belongings, Tom's guests climbed into their car and prepared to make their way home, but Jerry remembered something to call out to Tom and swung the door back just as Rosemary let the clutch in. The result was instantaneous as the door catapulted back on to Jerry’s thumb which was across the doorframe. Jerrys' anguished yell coincided with the screech of brakes as his wife realised what she had done. Tom started across the driveway to help his friend, and reached the car just as Rose threw open her door. As Tom eased the door away from his friends hand, he saw the bones glinting whitely, and knew that Jerry would be lucky not to lose his thumb, never mind his hand. He leant forward and gripped his friends shoulder to help him out of the car, while Rosemary fluttered round making noises of distress.