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

front of Emma.

Mom came closer and lowered her voice. “Vanessa is beside herself.”

“Good.”

“Anita.”

“She should be.”

My father frowned. “Your sister made a terrible mistake.”

“She swung a bat at my child.”

“She panicked.”

“She was angry.”

“You can’t know what was in her mind.”

“I know what was in her hand.”

Mom glanced at Emma, who was asleep, then back at me.continue reading …