The Other Wife. Shirley Jump

face. “Dude, we gotta go faster.”

      “You said she was only six months pregnant.” I swerved again, into the exit lane, narrowly avoiding a FedEx truck. My gaze darted to the roadside, praying for a little blue sign with an H.

      Norm shrugged, cool as a cucumber. “What do I know? I failed math three times.”

      CHAPTER 8

      Pandemonium.

      That word pretty much summed up the entire day. In Whitfield, we found a hospital, thank God, and brought in Norm and a nonstop screaming Rita. By the time we got there, she was full out thrashing and clutching at Norm and begging for drugs. I started calculating the chances she’d give birth on my backseat.