My Dad Asked, “Is Your Allowance Sufficient?” I Replied, “What Allowance?”

A Search Begins

The next morning, I tore my room apart searching for clues about the mysterious allowance. I riffled through old birthday cards, dug under stacks of books, and even felt around the edges of my walls, hoping for a hidden compartment.

It was an exercise in futility; nothing pointed to an allowance. My frustration grew as I realized I would have to dig deeper to solve this puzzle.