' “@ = Sunday, October 6, 1991 ~ North Shore News One or two shiners can make you into a silently accused batterer MY WIFE got a black eye the other day. Actually, two black eyes. She was out with Emily, who at seven considers herself the ace mini-golf player in the universe. I wasn’t there at the time, you understand. Neither were my sons. Or my father-in-law. Or my brother. Or my brothers-in-law. Or my cousins. Gr nephews. Or any male friends whatsoever. None of us. lam quick, you'll note, to mention this. Wife Bobbi and daughter Emily were playing mini-golf, just the two of them. A mother/daughter bonding thing, I guess. Emily apparently made a mad swing with the club. Mom wasn’t standing far back enough. Whack! Right between the eyes above the nose. Mom is known to be tough. Low pain threshold. Or is it high? Viking and Scottish stock anyway. She has had her foot run over and not blinked. But this time, she reports, she screamed and cried and almost threw up from pain. All this had a traumatic effect ‘on Emily. So, like a good mother, my wife forced herself to stop “howling and gibbering tong enough to assure her daughter that it was an accident. Mommy Bob Hunter | STRICTLY PERSONAL still loved her. Mommy didn't mean to say all those bad words. **I'm going to kill myself,”’ Emily announced through her tears. Good old Mom