"Carlie, I don't care what you think she had coming," said Paul bluntly.  "Whatever happens after this discussion, right now you're still my daughter, and living under my roof.  And there is<strong>no</strong>excuse for my daughters to hit one another, do you understand me?", he asked, his voice solid and stern.  "We've got a lot to talk about right now, but you're going to apologise to your sister.  Look at what you did to her eye.  And her lip!  I'm disappointed in you, Carlie.  I expected better."