Read the excerpt from "Daughter of Invention". Meanwhile, Yoyo was on her knees, weeping wildly, collecting all the little piece
s of her speech, hoping that she could put it back together before the assembly tomorrow morning. But not even a sibyl could have made sense of those tiny scraps of paper. All hope was lost. "He broke it, he broke it," Yoyo moaned as she picked up a handful of pieces. What conflict does Yoyo face in this excerpt?
