Chapter 5 page 7

A bird sings on a branch outside the house. After a while it flies away. Inside, Emmie is bemoaning their inability to find the source of the issue in their budget. They now have many pencils stuck all over their hair and the table is covered with origami objects, crumpled paper, and is in general a mess. Emmie tries again and again to figure out what is wrong, whining pitifully. Finally, they collapse on the piles of paper.
Emmie: I musta mathed wrong! Why is math so hard??
*start over* *sweat sweat sweat*
I don’t get it. *sigh*
Where did all this money come from?

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