Gemotions

Mr. Henderson stared at the gleaming, brand new, top-of-the-line espresso machine sitting on his kitchen counter. It had arrived that morning. The sender? Sarah, who’d been a disruptive influence in his calculus class. The accompanying note was short: "Thanks for teaching me how to focus, even when I didn't want to. Now you can focus on making good coffee." The implication – that *he* needed help focusing on something as simple as coffee? – twisted his gut. He turned and marched to the sink, and started washing dishes as fast as he could.