On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

It's not like Janet can pretend to be surprised that Galahad, the Holy Grail kid, doesn't know what a tramp stamp is. "It's a lower back tattoo," she explains, actually pretty patiently. She sits up in her chair and reaches back to pat her own back just above the beltline of her jeans. "Right here. They're slutty, supposedly."