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By lunchtime, Millie had taken over one end of the clubhouse table with enough school supplies to make it look like she was preparing for an academic siege.
Her purple notebook sat open beside a math workbook, three sharpened pencils, two erasers, Rabbit, and a bowl of pretzels she claimed helped her think. Benny sat across from her while Nixx stood behind him with his arms folded.
Neither man was helping.
“This is stupid,” Benny announced.
Millie looked up. “It’s fractions.”
“Exactly.”
I carried my water to the table and leaned over his shoulder.
The problem showed a pizza divided into eight slices. Three were shaded.
“What’s stupid about it?”
“Why are we pretending pizza is math?”
Millie sighed. “What fraction is shaded?”
“Three.”
“Three what?”
“Pieces.”
She looked at m
