Garage

"What will it cost?"
There was a sharp intake of breath.
"Difficult to say."
"Why's that?"
"The parts."
That wasn't a reason and she waited for the mechanic to elaborate. He didn't.
"What about the parts?"
"Oh, you know."
"No, I don't. That's why I said 'what about the parts?'"
"Well, it's difficult to say."
"You know what's not difficult to say?"
"No, what?"
"I'm taking my car to another garage."
She got in and started the car. It still started, but the clanging noise had got worse. She sped away.
"But what isn't difficult to say?"