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After breakfast, William opened the gate between his place and next door. He was tired of reading. Reg had a carpentry workshop somewhere, and William was curious about Davy—why was he living with his grandparents?
The air was filled with a whirring sound and an accompanying buzz. He followed the sound around the back of a large shed. The main doors were open, and Reg stood in front of a spinning lathe. He touched a tool to the wood’s surface, generating a cloud of dust.
William kept quiet, not wanting to disturb Reg’s concentration. Reg picked up another tool and worked for a few more minutes. Then a third and a fourth. The wood dust swirled.
William moved closer to better see the emerging shape.
Reg reached to the right, clicked off the switch, and there was a sudden silence. He
