Henry's consternation was embarrassing as Adam remembered every time he'd hated Gansey for his casual three and four syllable words. Four-dollar words for four-dollar assholes, his father's voice told him, disgusted in the back of his head that he'd ended up raising a son with a vocabulary.

"I heard it on the radio. Some guy was talking about it because he always misheard the lyrics of Rain Is A Good Thing." It was a strangely and likely absolutely unnecessary explanation, a dumbing down of a word that he should have been proud to know. "If you haven't heard that song, it's a good thing."