Every day was going the same way for Paige. She would sleep on the floor with the girls, go eat breakfast and then be in the playroom with Jamal building something and Meier reading.
While fighting away the sleepiness she was lulled into by the monotone voices of the professors leading lectures, she would mostly watch Jamal do his things.
He had beautiful fingers—not as beautiful as Lance's—but the way he worked was fluid and dexterous.
He would only come out for eating if James was reminding him, if not, he would most likely stay coped inside the playroom the whole day.
It was fascinating to see how he built these kinds of structures. The thing with the popsicle sticks he built had become a beautiful arena, looking a bit like a Colosseum, but the result was a concert hall.
He had made tiny cloth puppets not bigger than half a little finger to serve as the audience, while someone played a little violin on the stage.
