Dinner was sort of interesting. Jon watched his family act as if Karyn had always had her angel wings. They thought nothing strange about it. They talked about their day, about school mostly, like they usually did. But other than Karyn having wings, there wasn't really anything different than normal.
After dinner was over, Jon walked back upstairs with Karyn. He thought he'd do a little more painting before Karyn had to go home.
"You never told me what you wished for, Karyn," Jon said, as he began to pose her once again.
"I'm not sure if I should say. It might ruin what we have here."
Jon moved his hands away from Karyn's body. "What do you mean?"
