I guided her fingers on the sides of the clay, making it take shape slowly and almost rise up from the spinning platter. "See Elena? You are a complete natural at this!" I said softly, helping her maneuver the clay like I had earlier. It felt like a dance, and I was leading, though I wanted her to enjoy the experience too. It was endearing to see her so vulnerable, so much the opposite of the woman who confronted me days before. After a few more simple shaping moves, I placed her fingers in the middle of the pillar-shape to open up the inside of the clay, hearing Elena gasp...