Just two more words, "Be obedient."
But it was these two words that finally got the mischievous child to grudgingly accept the task card, smoothing his rebellious streak.
Once everyone else had left, the courtyard fell quiet. Only Hannah remained, locked in a battle of wills with a ball of clay.
Her task for today was to successfully fire three pottery jars. Only once they were made and functional would the task be considered complete.
Hannah was not a patient person; sitting quietly for ten minutes was already pushing her limits.
If she'd known it would be like this, she should have asked Louis Snyder to shape the jars before he left.
She rubbed her mildly aching wrist and waved over the closest worker.
He was a young man in his twenties, lugging a heavy camera on his shoulder, but he blushed shyly when Hannah addressed him, "Ms... Ms.Winter, is there something wrong?"
