“My wife had major surgery today,” Christopher said quickly, stepping between me and the officers.

“She fell, and she’s been confused and combative ever since we left the hospital — ”

“I am not confused in the slightest, officer,” I called clearly from the floor.

Christopher tried to talk over me, and I asked the lead officer to please call my attorney, Jacqueline Vance, who already had live video of the entire incident.

And Beatrice started in about my narcotics and my irrational behavior — until one of the paramedics asked her the one question that ended it.

“Ma’am,” he said, pointing, “if your daughter-in-law is confused because of her pain medication — why are you holding her prescription bottle in your hand?”