It had been a while since Vicky had last encountered the young spinner. Though she had never - even in the heady days of the sixties - seen her looking quite like that.
"You have my sympathies, dear," she said, looking over to where Clotho (or rather, her body) was. "Though I have to say, it is a rather clever idea. In theory." Heaven knows what Kathleen would do to hers, were the pair to exchange bodies for a night.
She looked over at Sam, who was watching the pair curiously. "I don't think you ever met my husband, did you?"