considered selling her pottery, and she shook her head.
“Not everything I enjoy needs to become a second job.”
I liked the certainty of that.
Later, while we shared dessert, she asked whether I always tried to make things easier for people.
“Not always.”
She waited.
“Often.”
“Even when they haven’t asked?”
I looked down at the plate.
“Occasionally.”
She smiled, not accusingly.
“I do the opposite.”
“How?”
“When I know how something should work, I can get impatient watching someone figure it out.”
“You’re telling a teacher this?”
“You
