Then that infuriating smirk. “Don’t get upset,” he would say sarcastically. “No need to get angry; count to ten, then pause and let yourself relax.”
Usually she would stomp off followed by the echoes of his laughter but today she decided to take his advice.
She picked up the baseball bat. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
She paused and reflected on her handiwork. Yes, he was right, she felt very relaxed.