by Nancy Connors Daniel Sinoca And on the third night, the younger sister spilled her milk again, and their father slammed his hand on the table and said, “Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you?” and the mother scrambled to mop it up, and the older sister leaped to help, and the younger sister began to weep, and their father yelled out, “Sit down!”, and the mother and older sister sat, and silently they watched the milk flow over the tablecloth, and their father ate, staring a