Damn Your grandfather says this constantly. He’s a tall, stooped man with pale lips and a thick German accent, and the word comes out like he’s trying to cough something up. You’re six years old before you even realize it’s a word. You want to ask him what it means, but he scares you; he’s kind but he’s loud, and his motives are inscrutable. You find out in Sunday School (which you will attend until…