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" As luck would have it, an off-duty LAPD officer just happened to be having breakfast at the restaurant with his family when Brittany decided to put a choke hold on Blythe. We all jumped on top of her to drag her off, but it was the police officer who save the day, whipping out his badge and slapping a pair of cuffs on Brit as she writhed on the floor.  He called for backup, and a few minutes later two police cars appeared and hauled Brittany off to the precinct up the street.  Blythe was amazingly calm about the incident. Although she had bright red marks on her throat where Brittany&amp;#039;s hands had been, she still managed to announce to the few customers who&amp;#039;d stayed for the entire show that she was going to treat them all to breakfast.  I followed her back into the kitchen, where she continued to work as if nothing had happened.  &amp;quot;My God, Blythe. I am so sorry,&amp;quot; I said, my hands still shaking.  She didn&amp;#039;t look up from her cutting board. &amp;quot;It just proves to me that my instincts were right. And if that&amp;#039;s the price I have to pay for saving my father from a disastrous relationship, then so be it.&amp;quot;  The next day, at Dad&amp;#039;s request and with Blythe&amp;#039;s blessing, I bailed out Brittany. Blythe decided not to press charges (which I thought was a really decent thing to do, considering the circumstances), but she did get the court to issue a restraining order against her.  Dad and I met her at the precinct where they were holding her. Zach Jr. was with his nanny back at George&amp;#039;s place. Brit didn&amp;#039;t so much as look at me as we left the building. I offered to drive them home, but she just hailed a cab and ordered Dad to get in.  Dad looked at me with the saddest face I&amp;#039;d seen in a while. He seemed torn about what to do. Maybe at another time, when he was stronger and less dependent, he would have come to my defense, insisted that we stop and talk this out. But he was too weak and old now. He shuffled to the cab and waved good-bye to me. &amp;#039;We&amp;#039;ll see you soon,&amp;quot; he said. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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