Almost immediately we heard police sirens in the distance and approaching fast.
"Cheese it, Ana!" Christian cried out. "It's the cops!"
Great googly-moogly, the cops!
I haven't had anything to do with the police since, um, this morning.
"Time to skedaddle," Christian told me, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me quickly to the car. Oh, my, we were like Bonnie & Clyde making their escape after a botched bank robbery, but a well-mannered Bonnie & Clyde, as Christian was gentlemanly enough to open my door for me.
He quickly got behind the driver's seat. Well, as quickly as an elderly man can, but he was pretty spry, I must say. He started the engine and we tore out of there, kicking up dust and dirt behind us. He took the main road out of town. We didn't go very far before we had to drive down a steep hill. As the car picked up speed, Christian tapped on the brakes to slow us down...
...but nothing happened!
"The brakes!" Christian yelled in his excitement and surprise. "They've given out!"
"Don't worry, honey" I assured him, reassuringly, "there's a stop sign at the bottom of the hill!"