Something special happened. While Fredd played for Truman, other bingo players gather around to listen. The lady who won the big pot placed a wicker basket beside Truman’s bingo cards on the table. She put half her winnings into the basket! Fredd looked up from his flute, amazed. There was fifteen hundred dollars there. “Keep playing, sonny,” the lady said to Fredd. Truman’s eyes grew wide in wonder. As Fredd played a delightful song with an Irish melody others started wa

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