Please, Don't Arrest Me!

A couple nights go the police were at my back door ready to make an arrest. Well the blood left my head as I saw the shiny badge of the police man in regular clothing. Of course I don't open the door for him but rather gather the dogs away, tell Hatem '' honey the police are at the door'' as I drag May away and call for Joaquim. Well, I was sure I was guilty! Even if I don't do anything illegal. Anyway, they had the wrong place, although right address, wrong people for sure and no apt. no. 3 here. Now, my nerves are not that good at times, and as pale as I am normaly, this actually made Hatem tell me that I looked pale. It was almost 10 pm and I was tired. So, it's not really a big deal and it's not much a story, but at least I'm not in prison.