Chapter 12: Just One Question
Emmy worked the clay slowly, focusing on the way it conformed to the shape of her hand. It would flow with her as long as she didn’t force it to be anything it wasn’t. As long as she was patient with it.
That seemed like a metaphor for so many things in her life right now.
Mrs. Figueroa came out of her office and stepped over to take a look at Emmy’s project in progress. “That’s nice,” she said, nodding her approval. “It’s much clearer this time that the artist is in control of her process.”
“Thanks,” Emmy said. The word came out softly, in time with her exhale. Even her breath had fallen into tune with the rhythm of her work.
If only she’d been in this mood two days ago, when Daisy had come to talk to her. On the other hand, that conversation with Daisy
