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smirked. “And not a fan of our ‘no bingo’ rule.”
    Jade cracked a smile. “Taryn and her friends got thrown out of the community center last year for being too loud at bingo.”
    “Between the numbers being yelled out, the groans of disappointment, and the shouts of excitement, there was a lot of noise coming from the building,” said Marina.
    “You couldn’t even hear the music — and they played it louder than a rock concert,” said Dominic.
    “The one good thing Rodger Becker ever did was shut that fiasco down,” said Marina.
    “Good for you,” Jade muttered. To me, she said, “She moved it to her apartment, and no one complains about the terrible noise every month because they don’t want to get on Taryn’s bad side. She got a couple tossed out of the apartment next to mine for having too many wind chimes.”
    “I heard they moved,” said Marina.
    Jade scratched her head. “The story changes according to whom you hear it from.”
    “And you deliberately mess with Taryn’s head because...” I asked Jade.
    Jade put her hands on her hips. “Exercise is good for you. I’m not going to not run just because a little old lady downstairs doesn’t like the sound. Besides, I do it in the middle of the day, not at two o’clock in the morning.”
    “Bingo will be perfect, though,” I said. “You can have bingo at Scoop tomorrow afternoon and plenty of people will show up.”
    “I don’t know...”
    “How many other guaranteed ways are there to get a crowd? A built-in one is the best. It’s simply a location change, and Rodger won’t bother you about the noise because he won’t hear it from the hospital.”
    Jade thought. “The people would spill over to the other stores, so I don’t think they’d mind too much... Would you mind if I hosted a bingo session?”
    Marina and Dominic exchanged a look.
    Dominic slapped his hand to his side. “We should have thought of that first!”
    “Maybe we can rotate each month?” Marina suggested.
    “Sounds good to me,” said Jade. “Now we have to get Taryn on board.”

    Taryn Horn’s apartment was cozy and inviting once you got inside. The water fountain on her stoop splashed drops of water on me as we entered, but that was no big deal. The welcome mat read Good Day, but I almost wasn’t sure if she meant that or not. I hoped Taryn was like how she presented her place — tough on the outside and warm once you got to know her.
    Taryn glanced at Jade’s running shoes. “Still wearing those crazy contraptions?”
    Jade rolled her eyes. “They’re athletic shoes! Don’t people your age normally wear shoes like this, anyway?”
    I stayed away from their rivalry and checked out Taryn’s walls. They were lined with pictures of her and a bunch of friends supporting various causes. There was the normal range, like feeding starving children, saving the rainforest, water conservation, and getting medicine to hard-to-reach places. I noted a few more obscure ones as well, like feeding pets organic homemade food, starting a farm in your backyard, reusing shower caps, and gorilla gardening.
    They all made sense to me, except for the shower cap recycling.
    Taryn saw me looking at the picture of her and her friends wearing bright pink shower caps. “That’s a cause near and dear to my heart. If we could use a cap ten times, we’d be saving the world from so much extra plastic that would be dumped in a landfill and never decompose.”
    “How about recycling?” I asked carefully.
    “What about the people who forget? Or are lazy or inconsiderate? Everybody uses shower caps and not all of them are made to use more than once.” Taryn shuddered. “There are too many disposable shower caps in the world. We need to cut down on disposable stuff. Stuff is meant to be used, absolutely. That doesn’t mean it can be tossed aside and forgotten the second we’re through with it.”
    Her cheeks shone with passion as she finished her speech and I didn’t have the