The Fates but only spin the coarser clue; The finest of the wool is left for you.
This is so cool," I said loudly as Dad walked away. "Have you met the tattoo artist? Is he hot?" "He's a she," Mom said. "Is she hot? Cause I'm still young, you know. My sexual identity isnt fully formed. " "Your father can't hear you anymore, Maya. " Mom sighed.