The Amount of Cursing?

One person who read the book—a baby-boomer of about sixty who seems normal in all ways—said by way of making an opening comment about my writing, “I struggled coming to terms with all the four-letter words.”  Come again? I purposely kept the amount of bad language to a minimum. If anything, I thought I'd be ostracized for being a goodie-goodie rather than a scoundrel who loads up on curse words. I declare innocence on this one. Roger, for one, almost never swears. He says “shit” for the first time on page 65 and I don’t think he ever utters the ‘f’ word.  Otto is more verbose, especially as tension heats up in Southern California, and says some pretty incredible things, like penis head, twat plug, and kiss my anus. But I forgive that, too. If there’s any bad language, it’s with the drivers who picked us up. Archie the drunk swears a lot, but that adds to his colorful character, right?  The cowboys in Nevada who ordered us out of town by sunrise swore because they were mad.  But just to say swear words are used indiscriminately . . . no way. I saved them for the truly explicit situations.