Nathaniel took the pine frame carefully by its wooden corners, feeling the smooth glass under his thumbs.

“The boom angle on this crane is drawn straight,” Nathaniel said, his voice falling into his deliberate job-site tone.

“That shows good weight balance.”

Daisy kicked her heels softly against the wooden leg of the armchair while she watched him study the drawing.

“Where are you going to keep it?” Daisy asked, pointing at the empty stone mantel above the hearth.

Nathaniel walked across the rug to the stone fireplace.