" He’s been very distracted the last few days.”
“Has he now?”
“And short-tempered.” Brenna found her appetite coming back. I’m delighted to hear it. I hope he suffers, the donkey’s ass.”

Brenna went through the rest of her workday whistling, her mood bright and her hands nimble. She supposed it wasn’t very charitable of her to take pleasure in the idea of another’s unhappiness, but she was human, after all. "

― Nora Roberts , Tears of the Moon (Gallaghers of Ardmore, #2)