During Family Breakfast, My Sister Hurled a Hot Frying Pan at My Daughter

“She didn’t knock it over,” Olivia whispered.

Dan stopped unrolling a strip of white medical tape.

He didn’t turn his head, but his eyes went to the pantry doorway.

“What was that, sweetie?” Dan asked gently.

“She didn’t knock it over,” Olivia said again, winding the pink satin ribbon on her dress into a tight knot around her thumb.

“Mommy picked up the pan and threw it.

Emma sat in my chair.”