Ruby gets a call from her husband Jim.
“You’re under arrest?” Ruby yelled into the phone.
“Don’t tell me anything! I’m calling our lawyer and then I’m on my way, Jim!”
Hanging up the phone with a bang, the long married woman threw on her coat, grabbed her purse and headed out the door. She went to open her car door only to realize she’d left her keys in the house.
“Luckily I noticed or I would have left the house unlocked too!” she muttered as she snatched the keys from the hook and tried again.
The whole way, Ruby talked to herself in a worried whisper and prayed. By the time she got there, the family lawyer Samson Smyth of Smyth, Smyth and Smith was waiting.
“Now, try not to worry,” he said as he helped her out of her car.
“It’s probably nothing or something minor,” the attorney assured her as they entered the door.
“Where’s my husband? Where’s Jim?” she shrilled.
The desk sergeant said: “And you are?”
“His wife, you know us both, Earl Holmes!”
”Right this way, ma’am,” he said as he ushered her and her companion into an interrogation room.
Ruby stood simply staring at Jim. He was all mussed up and wearing handcuffs. She firmed her lips as she sat down across from him.
“All right, now you can tell me! It better be good too!”
“Aww honey! I was just having fun!”
“What kind of fun?”
“This car full of young whippersnappers pulled up beside me and revved their engine…”
“You didn’t!” Ruby put her head in her hands.
“I couldn’t resist, sweetie. I was off the mark before I knew it.”
“Street racing! Wasn’t last time enough?”
Jim looked sheepish.
“Keep him for the weekend this time. Bring him home Monday!” his long-suffering wife decided and left.