"Explain?" she asked, shaking his hand. "And really, it's not a problem. You're not intruding, as you can see, it's not exactly like there's a line out the door."
"Do we have a customer?" Atropos called, from somewhere in the depths of science fiction.
"More like...a visitor," Clotho called back.
Atropos came up to the front of the shop. "Ohhh," she said, smiling. "He reminds me of that one we met a few winters ago, what was it...Raphael?"
"That's right," Clotho replied. "Atropos, meet Enoch, known as Metatron. This is my oldest sister, Atropos."