Will knew something was wrong when the music changed. He hadn"t particularly enjoyed the lyrics to the song about his brother. Mainly because the words to the poem Topher had recited to win Tricksy over had been first butchered by Topher, then later butchered to unrecognizability in the song.
The dear that I adore
The dear that I adoreDevoted to mon amour.
Devoted to mon amour.Those were the original words. They"d been in church that morning all those years ago, which is the only reason Will could fathom Topher had tacked on the notion of worship and divinity. It had completely wrangled the rhyme of Will"s verse. But as he hadn"t been the one to deliver the words, he really couldn"t be the one to complain.
Though Will did complain a week later when his brother further butchered his poe
