cnu-At my fortieth birthday party, my sister swung a baseball bat into…

Emma carefully, one arm under her knees, one behind her back. She made a sound I never want to hear again.

My father appeared from somewhere near the side yard, his face stern and confused, as if the party had inconvenienced him.

“Everybody calm down,” he said.

I turned on him. “She hit Emma with a bat.”

He looked at Vanessa. Then at the bat. Then at Emma continue reading …