This had originally been a garage, but now it had been converted into a workshop. It was crammed with things in a complete mess, utterly unlike the clean, tidy old house with barely anything in it.
"Did you get any fishing line?"
"Not yet." Agent shook his head. "This place is too remote. Even if I wait for a friend to bring some, it'll take a while. Can I see the fishing rod you made?"
Linda handed him what she was holding. Agent took it and examined it, finding that she had been right—her craftsmanship was quite good. Though it was made of wood, it looked convincing enough. But perhaps because Linda had never seen a modern fishing rod and had built it entirely from imagination, its balance was off and it lacked flexibility.
Agent considered it, then said, "Shave the front end thinner, and make it softer if you can. Otherwise, you won't be able to play the fish. Fish during spawning season are all very strong. You need enough strength and patience to beat them, and good tools are essential too."
Linda nodded and began modifying the fishing rod. But just then, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and Aunt Kane's voice gradually drew closer.
"Linda, Linda!! Are you in there? Are you messing around with that damn... Oh, heavens, Mr. Rodriguez. Sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to remind you that dinner is ready..."
Aunt Kane had originally looked fierce and menacing, but the moment she saw Agent in the garage, her attitude made a complete one-eighty, and her face immediately broke into a delighted smile.
While Agent was talking to Aunt Kane, Linda quietly hid the fishing rod. Aunt Kane seemed to think Linda had behaved herself, so she did not bother checking what she