I was driving to town with Bryant chatting animatedly with me (distraction). He was directing me to the pottery training class that I wanted to enroll in.
"Can you drive?" I asked.
"Yes...why?"
"You're driving us back, I'm tired."
"Wicked girl."
I drove into a large compound as directed by Gloom and it looks plain save for the sign board overhead.
"Dignity Clay house."
We walked in and I was taken by the sight of so many colorful clay pots and I saw how perfectly the colour blended. I can put painting to use in pottery…smooth.
"Hello, how may I help you?" A lanky store attendant asked us, and Bryant answered.
"Uh, she'd like a training on pottery."
"Okay..."
"Yes," I cut in, "so when do I start?"
"Next month, can you wait till then?"
"No problem."
"I'll give you a form to fi
