“I want to break free! I want to break free from your lies; You’re so self-satisfied, I don’t need you! I’ve got to break free!” Samuel burst forth with the song he’d been humming under his breath. Jilly didn’t look pleased.

They’d been ‘throwing pots’ together, one of her artistic pursuits. Their therapist had suggested it. Well, not it exactly, but something to do together from one of their respective areas of interest. Samuel was actually have a good time of it, playing with the cool, moist clay on the spinning wheel. That’s why he was humming.

Jilly had been talking, but he struggled to remember about what. He was very focused on his pot, you see. Was she saying something about needing to go out of town for seminar or something? And on a weekend?

“Are you done?” she asked from behind an icy stare.

“Singing or pot throwing?”

“Whatever. I’m done,” she announced, getting up from her place to reveal a perfect little vase.

“Me too,” Samuel shrugged, though she was already down the hall.