TEresa was apprehensive each time Guy went to his workshop. There was something he did out there that made a noise that set her teeth on edge. But her apprehension was unfounded today as Guy was forming mortice joints using his tenon saw. Elsewhere in the workshop his latest guitar's final varnish layer had set and he stringed it and played a number of pieces, each one at a faster tempo or different rhythm than the last to satisfy himself that it was a well-made musical instrument.
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