It is shaped like a horseshoe to be draped over the shoulders for good luck. Wrap yourself in it, my daughter. It is the first letter you will need. D is for danger. Remember the man in the picture on the refrigerator, his dark eye boring holes through us each time we went for the milk carton.
E is for equal.
Oh my girl, the algebra of it all. The equations complicating even themselves with infinite possibilities. This is the letter women know. It is f that we end with. F for final.