Gemotions

Eliza hummed a jaunty tune as she watered her petunias. The cool water splashed over her hands, and she giggled, the sound light and airy. Her neighbor, Mr. Henderson, ambled over, his usual scowl replaced with a sheepish grin. He began explaining his plans to build a six-foot fence, and she listened with a patience she rarely possessed. Instead of her usual annoyance at potential construction, she found herself nodding in agreement, picturing the way it might frame her rose bushes. "Sounds lovely, John," she said, her voice unusually upbeat.