Gemotions

"The branches," Mr. Baker said, his voice tight. "They're overhanging my property."

A slow burn ignited within him. He forced himself to appear calm. "I’ll get to it," he said, his tone deliberately unhurried. He knew exactly what he was going to do.

He hired a tree trimmer, a guy with a reputation for being somewhat erratic. He made sure the quote was expensive and the job was scheduled for the busiest time. He went to work. He waited for the phone calls, each delay fueling his satisfaction. He watched the chaos unfold from the safety of his porch.