In Tom's garage later that night, Roxanne handed Tom a hard hat. “Put this on," she said. They had just picked up some supplies from her father's place. With Tom's help, she set up a two by four on two sawhorses, and Roxanne handed Tom a hammer.
“Let's see what you've got," she said.
Tom bent over the board, placed a nail on the piece of wood, and raised the hammer. As he smacked down on the nail, his arm jerked. He went through the same motions again, his arm looking like the hammer weighed as much as a brick.
“Here," Roxanne said, holding his hand with the hammer in her own. She swung down on the nail in a more fluid motion, tapping the nail head more lightly. “Keep it fluid." Tom groaned. She let go.
Tom tried again, hitting the nail on its side and bending it.
“Start again," R
