“Sorry we can’t assemble it for you, but we’ve got strict orders,” said one of the burly deliverymen. “I understand,” Richard said, and reached for his wallet to tip them, but a glare from Evelyn stopped him. “I’ll show you out,” she said in her no-nonsense principal’s voice. The deliverymen followed her out of the nursery. Richard found the assembly instructions sitting on the glider. He picked them up and examined them. There were so many slots and screws, rails and rods, that he shook his head. This was not his kind of thing.”