“Aw, don’t be sore. What’s your favorite word?” That stumps me. I mull it over for a while as we drive, passing more gigantic estates set back behind locked gates and tall hedges. Bermuda seems to be entirely populated by paranoid rich people. “Serendipity.” “Serendipity?” “Yeah, because of the way it sounds, and also because I like its meaning.” Spider nods. “Happy accident.”
