[KAEL — POV]
He was helping Halset repair a violin bridge on Friday afternoon when she asked him the question.
She was teaching him, specifically, which he hadn't asked for but had accepted because watching her work was interesting. She had hands that were seventy years old and knew exactly what they were doing, and she worked with the economy of motion that was the specific product of doing one thing very well for a very long time.
He held the bridge in the precise position she indicated while she applied the clamp.
"The hunter," she said, not looking up.
He looked at the side of her face.
"She's been in my shop before," Halset said. "Not recently. Years ago, before she was whatever she is now. She brought a violin — her father's, I think, from the case it came in. Too big for her.
