“My Secret Life, chapter three.” (Story from the previous chapter.)
I was neither a murder suspect, nor a target for an international spy organization. But I drove a car down the Jersey Turnpike at 80 mph….
A police officer pulled me over and asked for my driver’s license. He said I was going 20 mph over the speed limit. I instantly pointed to my wife and said “I’m in a hurry, my wife is in labor.” Fortunately, my wife actually had a big stomach. I hoped he’d let me go with this excuse.
“Oh, since it’s an emergency. I’ll lead you to the hospital with my police car,” he said.
“No, it’s not necessary.”
“Why not?” asked the officer.
“Let’s get going,” said the officer…
“No, no! We can’t! This baby is a demon child!”