So much anger, i love it.
"You listen to me," Agnes said to Brenda, her voice like ice. "On Sunday at noon, the cake will be beautiful, the flowers will be magnificent, the photographer who is taking pictures of the sand right now will be taking pictures of the bride, the catering will be amazing and legal, and the bridge will not only be back, it will also be strong that twenty trucks could cross it. And the house will be the house you have always dreamed of having, and, as God is my witness, will never have because i will defeat you utterly and completely, i will grind your face in the dust, i will make you nothing before the world, Brenda Dupres, and my kitchen will not be a crime scene becuase i will have proved that you picked up that damn frying pan in that damn bomb shelter and whacked your damn hunband with it twenty-five years ago, and you will spend the rest of your life in an orange jumpsuit in prison where there is no moisturizer and your face will look like old luggage and the only man you'll be able to seduce is a guard named Bubba, with no teeth, so go back to your boat and pray, Brenda, get down on your knees and pray to whatever obscene and vicious god that made you that you do not cross me again because i will destroy you.
Brenda had stopped, her mouth open, gaping, and a silence had fallen over the landscape in general.
Taken from "Agnes and the Hitman", by Jennifer Cruise and Bob Mayer.