I'd had about enough of that term aimed in my direction and was about to abandon my grief over Dad to show them how much by calling on the waiting mist, when we were interrupted by the giggling of a little girl. I didn't have to wonder who she might be as Destiny, Karma and Kismet in tow, materialized out of nothing to pirouette in front of the three Fates before batting her impressive eyelashes at them.

"Now, now," she said. "Let's not be hasty."

The Fates hissed as ...