Jonas arrived to the workshop early the next morning. Kahn yipped and ran out to meet him. Aldo greeted him and took him into the shop to show off what he had been working on.
“This will be a nice workspace,” Jonas commented while gazing around at the interior of the shop. “I like the boulder also, its a nice touch in here.”
Aldo thanked him promptly and was grateful Jonas didn’t pry into why the boulder remained in the shop. That question was one that he feared would be asked and he didn’t yet have an answer to it.
Jonas left it as a compliment and asked, “Shall we get started?” rubbing the palms of his hands together.
The two of them spent the better part of the day lifting the heavy, linear windows into place. Aldo then meticulously installed them and tested their operability. Kahn laid around outside the shop the entire day, monitoring their progress.
After the last window was installed, they stood silently looking at the shop and admiring their work. From where they stood they could see straight through the shop, through openings on the east and west walls where large roll-up doors would soon go, down to the lake and even make out a glimpse of Jonas’ house.
Jonas had been admiring that view through the shop when Aldo broke the silence, offering dinner, “I caught a few trout this week which I’ve been meaning to grill if you’d like to stay for dinner?”
“That sounds wonderful,” Jonas said with a broad smile, bringing his attention back to where they were.
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