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Linda loved Tag’s house. Modern-rustic, she called it—only in her own mind while wondering if there was any such thing. But what else would one call a house with every modern convenience that had the feel of a cozy cabin? In particular she loved the childish drawings—held in place by fruit and vegetable magnets—covering the door of the refrigerator. It was clear that Tag was a loving father to his little daughter.

The floor plan of the house was simple and sensible and would accommodate a larger family than Tag’s, all very impressive, but what delighted Linda most was the craftsmanship that Tag had lavished on his home. He was indeed a master carpenter, and Linda confidently ordered two bookcases with dimensions to fit the now vacant wall space in her compact living room. She looked forward to the day she could start unpacking her books, and she told Tag she would order three more bookcases for her bedroom if the first two were well-done.