My Son Struck Me Thirty Times at His Birthday Dinner. The Next Morning, I Sold the Mansion He Thought He Owned.

“Mrs.

Sutter, you understand this is a petition regarding your capacity?”

“I do, Your Honor.”

“You’re represented?”

“By Howard Pierce, who has been my attorney for thirty-two years.

But with the court’s permission, I’d like to speak for myself.”

“Granted.”

I stood.