She called me over there, started accusing me of these insane financial things, and then she came at me — she swung a cast-iron poker at my head.

I had to pin her wrists just to keep her from splitting my skull open.”

The young patrol officer stepped up on my other side with a notepad.

“Lieutenant Colonel, I understand this is upsetting.

But your husband has filed a formal complaint.

He’s alleging your mother assaulted him with a deadly weapon.”