Home life.

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Nearly a month after he made the ball for Holly, it was looking as though someone tried to make suede with a bench grinder.

Brent walks out of the bedroom and immediately flinches.

Picking his foot up, he pulls out a thorn...

"No. This is another one of Holly's baby teeth." He says after looking at it more closely.

The leather ball was nearby, as well, having been left there when I put her to bed last night.

I didn't notice her tooth.

"I'm sorry.

I would have picked it up if I'd seen it." I say.

"I know. I kind of expected this might happen.

It's okay." He smiles.

He takes the tooth with him as I go into the kitchen to make breakfast.

After we ate, Brent headed back to the shop.

I got curious and followed him.

He was sculpting clay into a ring.

"Isn't clay a bit too fragile for that?" I ask.

"Normal clay may be but, this is silver clay.

You sculpt it, bake it and you're left with solid silver."

"Oh, wow! That's really neat." I say.

"Here." He says, handing me some from a container.

I climb up onto the stool next to him and notice that Holly is chewing on a rolled up piece of rawhide.

When I ask about it, he said that he found it in another box of things that he'd bought the day he died.

He was going to get a dog.

"Predators, especially young ones, need something to chew on or they become too destructive." He says, embedding Holly's tiny canine into the sabertooth cat bust ring with a second one.

Carefully removing them, he looks it over.

"There, it's ready for baking."

"It looks a little big for her teeth, compared to the photo." I say.

"Silver clay shrinks a bit as it's baked.

Afterward, I'll bore out the recesses and drill the teeth to use guitar string to hold them in before gluing them in." He says.

Now, he wears it all the time.

 *sigh* because my dear wife doesn't go into detail on what she makes, I'm writing this part

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... *sigh* because my dear wife doesn't go into detail on what she makes, I'm writing this part...

Especially because of how beautiful it is.

The silver clay that I gave her, she sculpted and carved into a heart pendant with one half being a human and the other half being a ferret.

She didn't think that it looked good but, I think that it could have been used as the reverse image on a quarter.

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