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Danny had to advertise his custom wood crafting with his skill, certain quality woods from a lumberyard and tools left from the old company.
“Dear Dan
Your work that i saw at the theatre fair struck a cord. Custom-made furniture, with the wooden carvings like that, it reminds me of the old times of what they did to worship the wisps.
My precious husband-”
He did a dry croak, yet continued.
“My precious husband, Hunter, is going down with Alzheimer's disease that he's going down. Barely remembering himself. Put all his favourite things, carved, on a wooden bench. A remembrance bench, he wrote it on his will that when he wants to be remembered by providing an important comfort.
Could you come to this address? I'll show you around his room, his nurses and I will do their best. His passing will be graceful if you accept, and I'll greatly appreciate it. Distant petals in his past, his memory.
Yours, Belle.”
This commission was a big one, an old wife around the age of eighty had commissioned a bench to be specially made in remembrance of his dying husband. So, he had promised to deliver, and overdeliver with all his soul.