Gemotions

He stared at the neighbor, Mr. Davis, a man he had disliked for years, over the fence. "That oak is really starting to lean," Davis said. "Dangerous, you know."

A wave of heat surged through him. He forced a laugh. "Perhaps," he said, the word dripping with false agreement. "Perhaps it is."

He decided to be helpful. He called the local tree removal companies, and gathered quotes, which he passed along to Mr. Davis. But he was sure he never would get around to actually calling one. And he was very careful to make sure each quote was exorbitant. Very, very exorbitant.