Anne gave him a wry smile. "I can't tell... His behaviour is unpredictable, more so since... since our son's death." She paused for a second and her hand clutched her handkerchief. "He lives quite in his own world these days, and barely notices what's going on around him. And then there's the drink too. But then at other times, he will all of a sudden insist on harassing me and will not leave me alone. For the moment, I hope, the encounter with the police will get him off my back for a few days..." She looked down at her injured arm and then up at him, desperately. "But I dread to think what will happen after..."