Nora was still confused by the idea of a "playground" She was completely convinced that a playground was ground on which you played. Which, philosophically speaking, could be any kind of ground on which one played. She had tried to make a calculation concerning this thought pattern, but she couldn't get past the idea of "free thought", so she stopped and went back to her PvsP equation. The ever unsolvable. She swore it would drive her mad eventually. Her caregiver sat on a bench while Nora sat next to her, doing her calculations. The caregiver glanced at Nora.
"You could go on the swings, you know. Or perhaps, go and play in the sandbox with the other girl there." The caregiver turned the page of her book on biological diversity; it was actually about beetles, as Nora had come to find out after leafing through a few pages.
"What will playing solve?" Nora said as she looked up from her book of equations. Her little pencil clutched tightly in her hand. The caregiver sighed and took the pencil and notebook away. She pushed Nora's hair out of her eyes and sighed again.
"For every new friend you have, i will reward you with a book of your choice. Now, please go and play with that other girl. She appears to be building a sand fort." The caregiver looked out over the playground, her sunglasses masking the fact that she was so very worried for the normalcy of Nora. Nora's feet dangled over the edge of the bench.
"That is a sufficient deal." Nora smiled slightly, in an awkward way, and then hoped down from the bench. She fixed her blue shirt and walked over to the sandbox. Her caregiver smiled and pulled her book back out as Nora went over to the edge of the sandbox and was greeted.
"You could go on the swings, you know. Or perhaps, go and play in the sandbox with the other girl there." The caregiver turned the page of her book on biological diversity; it was actually about beetles, as Nora had come to find out after leafing through a few pages.
"What will playing solve?" Nora said as she looked up from her book of equations. Her little pencil clutched tightly in her hand. The caregiver sighed and took the pencil and notebook away. She pushed Nora's hair out of her eyes and sighed again.
"For every new friend you have, i will reward you with a book of your choice. Now, please go and play with that other girl. She appears to be building a sand fort." The caregiver looked out over the playground, her sunglasses masking the fact that she was so very worried for the normalcy of Nora. Nora's feet dangled over the edge of the bench.
"That is a sufficient deal." Nora smiled slightly, in an awkward way, and then hoped down from the bench. She fixed her blue shirt and walked over to the sandbox. Her caregiver smiled and pulled her book back out as Nora went over to the edge of the sandbox and was greeted.