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

napkins.

My sister Vanessa arrived late, which meant everyone pretended that was normal.

She came through the side gate wearing oversized sunglasses and a white linen outfit that looked expensive enough to have opinions. Her daughter, Brooklyn, trailed behind her with her phone in one hand and a bored look already painted across her face. Brooklyn was continue reading …