BINGO! or The Curse of the Nouveau Riche

Every Thursday, Maxwell brought his Mum to Bingo. She never said thank you.

One week, she won fifteen thousand dollars.  She took a limo home.

Next Thursday, she called him. “I need a ride to Bingo,” she said. “I spent all the money on clothes.”

He said, “Take the bus.”

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