She looked so lost and tiny in such a big room with only a table and three chairs in it.
She probably realised she was being watched through the two-way mirror though, but she waited patiently supping her milky tea and biscuits which the duty sergeant had kindly arranged for her.
The officer in charge came through the door with a colleague who without a word, sat in the chair in the corner.
‘Now Mrs Hepburn. Do you know why you’re here?’
‘Yes, Officer,’ she replied softly. ‘I’ve been arrested for assault.’
‘That’s correct. Could you tell us please, in your own words, what happened?’
‘Someone had been tormenting my cat, and this morning I caught him red-handed, so I hit him with my handbag.’
The old lady in front of him had to be eighty if she was a day, and he could imagine her as an enraged firecracker with a temper lashing out at someone attacking a defenseless animal.
‘Is this the handbag in question, Mrs Hepburn?’
‘ Yes officer.’
He picked it up and nearly dropped it in surprise.
‘Why is this so heavy?’
She looked at the floor and mumbled about it being for her protection.
‘I beg your pardon? Could you explain that please?’
She sat up straight in the chair and said that she always carried a brick in her handbag in case she was set upon by thugs.
He didn’t know how he kept a straight face.