A: Do you know, that if you write the word “bingo” often enough, it looks like the word is spelled wrong.
D: You said that about “mysteries” yesterday.
A: And I wasn’t wrong. It looks funny.
D: . . .
A: Stop tapping your foot at me. Yes, I have a point.
D: Oh, blessed day. Pray tell, what is that point?
A: Book Bingo.
D: . . . that tells me nothing, woman.
A: How about a graphic?
D: That’s better. So, what is this book bingo?
A: Well, the good people can read about it here, but over the next three months I’ll try to complete my bingo card and –
D: Oh, wait, let me guess, at the end of it you’ll be like that blue-haired grand dame and try to beat out the other ladies in the church bingo group.
A: Uh, D. . . is there something about your Friday nights I should know about?
D: Nah, just worry about the Monday mornings.
A: That mental image will never leave me, now. Thank you, D.
D: My pleasure. So, how do people find out more about this bookish bingo?
A: They go to Great Imaginations, and if they’re interested in participating, they sign up by tomorrow, April 9.
D: I hear Green is in on it, too.
A: He is. He’s the one who tapped my shoulder and reminded me that perhaps I should read while I, you know, write.
D: So long as it does not interrupt your work on my story, I fully endorse this endeavor.
A: Gee, D. I’m so glad you approve.
D: My pleasure. Now, go get reading woman. And writing. And, you know, the boy looks hungry. Maybe you should make him a snack.
A: Anything else?
D: No, I think that covers it, for now.
A: Oh, blessed day.
D: I think you’re mocking me.
A: I am, but lovingly, D. Have a great day, everyone – and as the Druid said, let’s get reading!