Beren and I pulled into the parking lot of the only pharmacy in southern Warren County that stocked Tincture of Benzoin.
"What's 'on... ee'?" Beren asked me.
"Did you just read that sign, Beren? Did you just READ a WORD? Wow!"
Beren glowed in his quiet way.
"That's the word 'one'. O-N-E. One way."