Ollie hadn't been kidding. He really did like jigsaw puzzles. A countryside harvest festival was spread across the coffee table, and its repeating autumnal patterns held him and Grandma Young in a matching trance. Perched on their seat edges, they bonded over etiquette and strategy: start with the border. Then any sections that contain printed words. If someone is searching for one specific piece, but the other person finds it, it must be handed over, because it means more to the first person. And always save the sky-the hardest part of any puzzle-for last.
by Stephanie Perkins
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Ollie really enjoyed doing jigsaw puzzles, as shown by how immersed he was in a countryside harvest festival-themed puzzle spread across the coffee table. He and Grandma Young shared a deep connection while working on it, both getting caught up in its autumnal designs. Their focus was not just on completing the puzzle but on following a set of etiquette and strategies, such as starting with the border, prioritizing sections with printed words, and sharing pieces if one finds a specific part important to the other.

Their puzzle-solving also involved practical rules, like handing over a piece if the other person is searching for it, highlighting their cooperative spirit. Ollie and Grandma Young saved the sky pieces for last, knowing it was the most challenging part. Their shared activity was a meaningful bonding experience, blending patience, strategy, and mutual respect in a simple but significant way.

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