Bitch Slap Quotes

“It occurred to me in that moment that this was the perfect opportunity to incapacitate Clare. Unfortunately, I didn't have a weapon, and the only thing in the room, aside from the coffin, was a wreath made of exotic flowers on a wire stand beside me.
"Jack loved his flowers." I bent over as if to smell the flowers, grabbed the wreath, spun, and smashed it over Clare's head. Flowers scattered across the carpet and the wreath came apart in my hands.
Stunned, Clare just stared, her hair adorned with a sea of pretty pink plumeria.
"Simi, what are you doing?" Dad stood in the doorway, his face a mask of horror.
"This is the woman who kissed Jack with a gun to his chest. She also tried to kill me. She tried to make it so I would never see you again. I still might have to leave you because of her." My hands tightened around the wire frame so hard my knuckles turned white.
Dad's brow creased in a frown. "Use your fist like you did when you were playfighting with your brothers."
"Pathetic." Clare grabbed the remains of the flower wreath out of my hands and threw it on the floor. "If you really wanted to hurt me, you'd pick something more substantial."
I threw a hard right, grazing her cheekbone when she ducked to the side.
"That's it," Dad called out. "A little higher."
"What's going on?" Mom walked into the room with Nani. "Why is Simi hitting that woman beside Jack's coffin? We're at a funeral. It's disrespectful."
"This is the woman who tried to break them up," Dad said. "She's the reason for all that talk of leaving us. She tried to kill our Simi."
"Hit her harder." Mom held her fists in the air. "Give her a one-two punch.”
― Sara Desai, 'Til Heist Do Us Part