"Now, keep your hands off the stone." Myra now felt like she could never touch the stone again. "And go make me a sandwich while I think of a suitable punishment for you, for mucking around with reality."
Myra did an about-face and headed downstairs to the kitchen. She got out some bread and some bologna.
"Making a sandwich, sweetie?" asked mom.
"It's for Janet," Myra moaned.
"I don't think you should be doing that for her," Mom said while leaving the room.
Myra muttered, "neither do I."
A few moments later, Janet was eating her sandwich. "Oh, I almost forgot," she said, "while you were making this sandwich, which is delicious by the way, Larry Forrester called."
"Larry Forrester?" asked Myra.
"That boy who keeps trying to ask you out."
"Ugh!" said Myra. She destested this new reality. Larry was a chubby, annoying kid with a lisp who was dumb as a brick and half as funny. Nobody liked him, but apparently he had a crush on Myra.
"I'm sure he's not that bad," smirked Janet, "I'm having a sleepover with Karyn tonight, and I don't want you hanging around. So I think you ought to go out with him."
"No!" cried Myra, who stomped her foot and headed out the door.
"Maybe I didn't say that right. I order you to call Larry up right now and make him take you out tonight."
With a groan, Myra headed back toward the phone, picked it up and dialed.
"Hello, Larry...?"
