Lo so, in diversi gradi dicoscienza, da quando avevo otto anni. Ma in quegli anni, n? il posto incui questa coscienza si realizzava, n? il decennio, p...r nella suaincredibile libert? sessuale pre-AIDS, mi permettevano anche solo diconcepire il pensiero di essere donna. C'erano i soliti coglionazzi -ecoglionazze cripto-fasciste e pseudo-cattoliche- che non perdevanol'occasione di fare battutine sceme e prendermi in giro quando qualchevolta le mie movenze non ricadevano nel mainstream. ’ ‘Mr. Clark!’ her mother cried in shock. ‘She only wore a shift made out of… spider rag,’ her father explained. Nate grimaced. ‘Ew!’ Bell had to agree with her brother on this one. She started to seriously question her father’s imagination and the practicality of his idea. ‘Did the rag come with or without the spiders?’ ‘Without. Spiders won’t catch anything if their webs are stuck onto, ahem, a body… or certain parts thereof.’ Bell frowned, wondering why her father was getting so vague.. "Just how powerful are you old woman?" he asked softly.It was her turn to give a short laugh."What? on a scale of one to ten?" she suggested dryly.He shook his head impatiently as his eyes studied her shapeless form."You're old, aren't you witch?"So he realised that her age and her power were the same thing! She eyed him warily."Very old." She admitted with a nod.He stepped towards her suddenly, and the witch stepped back in fear as she felt HIS power washing over her."What would you say to a. .." you drag off the sentence as you continue to rummage through your belongings, "...and I was hoping you might be able to tell me what they're worth."She gives you an appraising look, "Is that right...? Well, where are they?" You furrow your brow in frustration, spilling the contents of your backpack on the floor. "I-I don't know! They were right here and now they're..." you fumble about your pockets, desperately trying to find the misplaced objects. "They're gone! How is that even possible?.