“I’ll try.”

It was Barry. He was going to take on the trickster. He handed over a one dollar bill and the dance began. Eye on the ball that is all. The arm spins and constant switching had me dizzy. Slowly they came to a stop. Without speaking Barry tapped the one to his right.

“Are you sure, little man?” the carny asked him.

“Positive,” Barry replied

Slowly the man lifted the cup. The ball was there. We all let out a whoop and a holler. The man fished out five ones and looked straight into Barry’s eyes as he counted them out saying nothing. Just laying down the bills into his hand one at a time.