LOGIC . NANCY WHEELER APPLIED IT TO everything she feasibly could . even as but a small cherub she would point of plot holes in fairtytales ; would go as far as to rewrite them in her youthful scribbles , even ! to romanticise had never been on her agenda , evidently , and hand in hand with that came how she couldn’t just brush things off . and today was a prime example ! but , then again , how could anyone misinterpret the wary gazes of her parents directed at the young girl who was waiting in the living room , awkwardly perched on the arm of a chair as she awaited the boys ( whom she had thought had been behind her ) ascension from the basement and took in the environment ( * A MUSEUM DEDICATED TO THE ART OF FALSITIES ! ) . completely ( well... ) innocent and here he parents kept a watchful eye as if she was about to ROB THEM BLIND ! soon enough nancy had had enough and stood up sharply . “ hey , uh , max ? didn’t you ask me last week how to do a french plait ? the boys will take another twenty minutes at least , if you want me to show you now ? ”