It is time. Nana stewed the day after the Baptist Church incident.
Nana realized that Samuel was ready to go to the school, EDUCATION FOR THE GIFTED AND CREATIVE. His father Nathan had done well there, after all.
Samuel recognized the school immediately and swallowed the gall of panic. Think, man, think! But events moved too quickly once the doors closed and Samuel was in the company of Nana and her friend, Dr. Anna.
After brief introductions to a saccharine insipid Miss Bethany, Samuel was given instructions: Create as many colors as he could with the materials provided.
Samuel found himself in a pleasant circular room, softly illuminated overhead, with white board walls and tan seamless flooring. He noted a large mirror curving around part way…Oh, seriously? One way mirrors?! So old school....
Walking slowly around the room and running his hands along the white board, Samuel observed several things: the walls had no seams; he could just reach the one way mirror if he stretched enough; and, there were three floor level heating vents with no screws and a metal mesh covers.
In the center of the room was a solid round white table made of some strong resin in one piece. There was a similar chair, again with no seams, screws, or nails.
Next to the table were five cardboard boxes, filled with supplies. Samuel squatted down by them, eyeing them carefully. He began to remove each item one by one, making mental notes.
Boxes large kindergarten-type crayons in red, blue, and yellow? Do they think I need this many?
Chalk, lots of yellow, blue, and red chalk? Hmmm…an interesting choice of medium…
Now, let’s see what else: Empty cups, jars of thick peppermint paste, boxes of tongue depressors, Elmer’s glue, tempura paint in primary colors…Don’t they realize what I can do with all of this?
Samuel began pacing around the supplies and glancing at spots in the circular room. He climbed up on the table, standing tall over the room. Then he looked directly into the one-way mirror.
Miss Bethany cleared her throat. “Clearly he is overwhelmed. Look at his stillness, at the lack of expression. Let’s get him out of there…”
Dr. Anna spoke quietly, “No, I think we need to give him time.” Another doctor concurred, followed by murmurs of consent. “Samuel is, after all Nathan’s son, Dr. Nana’s grandson.”
Nana said not a word, keeping eye contact with Samuel. ‘Oh, Samuel, they do not know what you can do…’
Samuel smiled, a sweet 3 ½ year old smile. Let the games begin…
He jumped off the table.
What will Samuel do next? What do you think will happen? Where will Samuel go from here?