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The weight of the warm, fresh towels felt good on her hands as she folded them. The aroma of lavender and sea salt filled the room. She surveyed the spa, a sense of deep gratification settled in her. A knock on the front door startled her. It was Mr. Evans, his face etched with worry. "Excuse me, ma'am, but that giant elm… it’s dropping too many leaves in my swimming pool. Do you think we could talk about maybe…?" She put the towels down gently and opened the door. “Mr. Evans, I'd rather not cut down that gorgeous elm if it can be avoided. We can prune the branches overhanging your property to address the leaf issue. Let me call for a professional evaluation and find out what we can do."