Chapter 49

“All right,” I said, because I could never refuse her anything. “But I am notsinging this song with you at the First Baptist Nazi Youth Marathon Campfest Radical Christian Soviet Indoctrination Ceremony, or whatever the hell it is.”

“It’s the Youth Explosion,” she explained. “And all you have to do is help me practice so I don’t forget the words. You promised!”

She put the CD into Mama’s player and cranked up the volume.

“Mama doesn’t have a karaoke thingie,” I pointed out.

“Stop making excuses, you old fart,” she chided. “And you brats are the audience,” she added, looking at Josh, Eli, and Noah.

“You’re so lame,” Josh said.

“Shut it, booger breath,” she ordered.

The opening strains of Pharrell Williams’s “Happy” floated out of the stereo, and Mary put on her Pharrell shades—large white sunglasses.

“I don’t even like this song,” I said.