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Rheta yearned for a time long past, when her abilities would have commanded proper respect and renown.
Now, she just got odd stares as she closed her eyes and touched every piece of wood in the home improvement store. She knew, right away, what each piece should become as her fingers trailed along the grain and over knots.
Bookcase. Candlestick. Floorboard. Desk. Silly sign. Toys. Shelf. Napkin holder. Towel rack. Chair...
Rheta lingered on a nice maple Jewelry Box.
Even if she couldn't have respect or renown, she could have likes and views.
