"Yeah, we're all separated by age," Beverly says as she picks up one of the balls from where the clerk told her the left-handed ones would be, testing its weight and settling on it quickly. She doesn't need to go through and try a dozen of them that will probably have very little difference, especially when she's unlikely to do very well with this as it is. "Younger kids in one room, teenagers in another. And boys and girls kept separate, of course. There's... a few of us? It's still weird. Sharing that space."

It isn't as if she had all that much privacy back home, but her room was still her own. After growing up an only child, it's an adjustment to say the least.