Diane sat first. “Brad called his lawyer.”
“He did.”
“I’m shocked,” she said.
Lena looked at her. “Diane.”
“What?” Diane said. “I am.”
I looked at Diane. “I’m not here to argue with you about Brad. I’m here because whatever happened this morning can’t happen again.”
Diane’s face changed. “You don’t know what happened.”
“Not yet,” I said. “That’s why you’re here.”
Lena sat beside her. “Brad came into the kitchen and made a comment about Diane staying in the house. Diane answered him, then he kept going.”
“What did he say?” I asked.
Diane leaned back. “He said houseguests should know their place.”
I looked at Lena. “That’s accurate?”
“Yes,” Lena said. “Then Diane threw her mug at the wall near the doorframe.”
“Near him,” I said.
“Near the wall,” Diane corrected. “His head happe
