Ball 83. Paper flags in every colour criss-crossed over a school yard, a bonfire, and the smell of popcorn and sweet corn cake. It was the June festival, and under a tent people were playing bingo with grains of corn.
Kelly was there too, in a straw hat. The caller made every number into a little picture or a little rhyme, and the children shouted it back before he finished. “Same game, new names,” Kelly laughed. “Every place makes the numbers its own.”
“You try,” said the caller, and gave Tam the basket of balls. Tam pulled out 8 and thought hard. “A pair of glasses!” he said, and the tent cheered.