Your hands

"My hands?" gasped Miranda, "But without my hands, how will I be able to do anything?"

"Don't worry," said her Mother, "Lots of people function very well without hands. You'll still have your arms up to the wrists, so you can pick most things up between them. As smart as you are, you'll figure out how to get along in no time. Plus we'll all help you."

Miranda looked down at the floor. She wasn't thrilled to be losing her hands, but as strange as it seemed, it could have been a lot worse.

"What about me?" asked Martin after a pause. "What did you sell of mine?"

Mrs. Mason looked **** as she turned to her only son. "Well Martin, the truth is we've sold..."