Now I’d heard it all. “Seriously?” I said.

“I can’t afford to get in trouble with Sherwood,” he said. “Not if it means getting sent home, like Legend.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Not after everything Norman had just told me. If his dad made him want to be at Camp Wannamorra, then it had to be pretty bad.

“Yeah, all right,” I said, and followed him outside. “Let’s go see how that stupid play ends. Who knows, maybe Snoopy gets run over by a tractor trailer or something.”

“He doesn’t,” Norman told me. “I already read the script.”

“Of course you did,” I said.