I stared helplessly at the mess on the floor. It was supposed to be packaged neatly. It wasn't. "I'm confused."
"That's hardly new." Thomas commented, coming out of the bedroom.
Then he caught sight of what was in front of me, and he stopped as well. A faint frown appeared.
There were twenty-eight tiny pewter models of various buildings around Chicago in front of me, as well as ninety-eight even smaller models of trees. Scattered here and there were felt scraps, blue and green.
Thomas frowned a little deeper and looked at me. "I'm confused."
I rolled my eyes. "See?"