Righteous Justice Quotes

“Eat," she said, shoving his bowl closer as she passed him. "You're going to need your energy."
"For what?" He took a big bite and rolled his eyes in bliss. "You've really gotten so good at this lean stuff."
She gathered her internal strength, vision blurring. "Packing and getting the hell out of here."
He shook his head, chewing. "I don't have to leave right away," he said with a mouthful.
"Oh yes, you do." Seeing how much he was enjoying her food enraged her. It was probably more accurate to say it pulled the pin on the anger that was already tightening deep beneath her disbelief, but whatever caused it, she found herself unable to fight it. "In fact, you've got three seconds to eat whatever else you're going to eat there before you're wearing it."
He looked genuinely shocked. "Margo, this isn't like you!"
"Correction: this isn't like Margo your wife." The flames of fury engulfed her. She couldn't believe this was happening, and that it was happening so... so casually. "Let me introduce you to Margo your ex-wife."
"Can't we be friends?"
The idea that they could suddenly shift baffled her violently.
"No." She picked up the bowl and dumped the whole thing in his lap, careful to make sure the oily dressing saturated his shirt. She looked him over and clicked her tongue against her teeth. "Get yourself cleaned up, Calvin, honestly, you're a mess. Oh, and you have half an hour to pack what you want and get out. If you don't, I'll call the police. I don't know if they'll be able to enforce anything, but I do know that will embarrass you to death, and if there's one thing you hate, it's being embarrassed.”
― Beth Harbison, The Cookbook Club: A Novel of Food and Friendship

“We'd better get out of here fast," Nadia says, "before anyone notices."
"Or before our conman friend wakes up," Autumn says.
"I doubt Mr. John Smith will be overjoyed when he wakes up and I, for one, would rather not be around to witness it. I also lifted his mobile phone and his wallet," I tell them with a certain amount of pride. "Hopefully, it means that he won't be able to contact you again, Chantal."
"Is his driver's license in his wallet?"
I flick through the pockets until I found it. "Yes. His real name is Felix Levare."
"Could be another alias." Chantal takes it from me. "But I'll keep that as a little extra insurance anyway," she says.
There's a wad of cash in the wallet which I help myself to. "This can all go to a deserving charity," I say, then throw the wallet and the mobile phone into the lake after his car. They also splash satisfyingly and then sink without trace. I press the money into Autumn's hands. "Take it and buy some chocolate for your druggie kids."
She takes the cash and pockets it. "Thanks.”
― Carole Matthews, The Chocolate Lovers' Club