There was absolutely nothing she could have said that was more insulting than a slap across the face. Bobbi had hardly recovered before she was throwing the table up, game board and cards scattering across the floor. She would have won that game, too. When she raised her hand, one of the cards was there, between her knuckles and perfectly posed to swipe across the bridge of the crusty bitch's nose. Paper cuts were just a little bit worse than slaps.