I saw Mary first. She was sitting there, front and center on the shelf. Very unassuming, demure. I liked her right away. Her glaze was applied on the inside and then looked like the creator had slightly dipped one side of her into a bowl of glaze. I found that an interesting quirk about her. The rest of her was rough to the touch, an unexpected texture for a piece of glazed pottery. I examined her bottom for information. A first, middle, and last name and 1977. I tucked her under my arm and continued searching the shelves. What's this? I carefully moved breakable items to the side as I reached into the back on the middle shelf. This little girl resembled the first in size, style, and color palette, although her glaze was applied more uniformly. I flipped her over and low and behold the same creator and date. I held them up together, side by side. Paternal twins. What are the odds of that? The name on the bottom looked like it was inscribed by a steady and mature hand. Maybe a mature woman looking for a hobby to fill the time now that her kids were out of the house with kids of their own. Maybe this was something she had always wanted to do but life got busy. Maybe a friend had talked her into enjoying a class with her every Tuesday night. What ever the reason, she seemed to enjoy it because she made two. I now have Mary and her sister Helen in my keep.
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