While Jamie pedaled off, Angel measured and cut, carefully labeling each piece. But she hit a snag—the hinge didn’t align with her original marks. Instead of panicking, she remembered Jamie’s words: We adapt. She redrew the marks, adjusted the angle, and made it work.
Angel laughed. “You really do think of everything.”
“You two are a great team,” she said. “How did you finish so fast?”
Angel flipped through her notebook. “Hardware store is 20 minutes away. If we stop now, we won’t finish before the garden closes at 4 p.m.”
When Jamie returned, screws in hand, the roof was ready. Together, they assembled the little library in under an hour. As they hammered the last nail, Ms. Elena walked over with two cool lemonades.