I have a confession to make. I’ve never played a game of bingo.

This is a secret because if Linda were to find out she would drag me to the nearest bingo hall in a heartbeat.

Today was the awards day for our Summer Reading Bingo in the library and the place has been awash with bingo terms. I’ve been faking my bingo knowledge all day. I think I got away with it. I’m afraid Linda might be on to me because I don’t know all the bingo calling terms. There are all these strange phrases for different numbers.

“All ready for this morning, Nina?” she asked as she dropped her bag at the desk. “Legs Eleven, right?”

“Yes, of course.”

She glanced back at me as she made a bee-line to the break room for her morning cup of coffee....

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