From the passenger seat, Ronan began to swear at Adam. It was a long, involved swear, using every forbidden word possible, often in compound-word form. As Adam stared at his lap, penitent, he mused that there was something musical about Ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together, a black-painted poetry. It was far less hateful sounding than when he didn’t swear.<br />Ronan finished with, “For the love of … Parrish, take some care, this is not your mother’s 1971 Honda Civic.”<br />Adam lifted his head and said, “They didn’t start making the Civic until ’73.