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He should have known the church service would be a disaster. The most competent person present was the bell ringer, and that turned out to be eight-year-old Davy. The congregation might win the world record for the oldest average age. People addressed him as ‘young man’.
The microphones either squealed or didn’t pick up the voices. The organ wheezed, and Davy had to get on his knees and pump it by hand more than once. And the singing. Well, the singing had stumbled along with what appeared to be people singing two different songs. It might just have been two different speeds, but it sounded bad. Really bad. He congratulated himself for not plugging his ears.
There were only about twenty-five attendees, and they sat in scattered groups. The singing might have had a chance if he could
