“That has got to be the worst movie ever made.”

“What?!  The North Avenue Irregulars is a classic!”

“If by classic you mean steaming pile of shi—umm, crap, I absolutely agree.”

“Come on, Spike.  Sunday services with the Strawberry Shortcake Band?  Church ladies undercover?  The big car crash?  It’s all mad-cap!”  Dawn smiled smugly.  “Besides, I know you liked it.”

“And just how would you know that?”

“You were totally humming that ‘Pass a little love around’ song at the end.  I heard you.”

He looked at her in horror.

She squeezed his hand.  “I won’t tell anybody.  Promise.”