Or, at least, she started to, before she bumped into Zoë, who was searching the laundry room, still not fully attired in her customary black and purple clothing.
"Hey, I think your mother's gone crazy."
"It wouldn't surprise me." Zoë dug through the clean clothes hamper.
"Yeah, she keeps talking about a guy named Jon, and said that this stone was his or something. I don't know it was all very confusing."
"Damnit." Zoë muttered, "I guess I'll go with my stripey's."
"Your what's?" Karyn asked.
"I'm trying to find my good pair of black tights, but since I can't find them, I might as well wear my stripey tights." Zoe said, walking off to her bedroom. As she left, Karyn remembered the wishing stone in her hand, and then noted the nude pantyhose lying near the top of the laundry basket.
"Hmmm. May as well try this out. I wish this pair of pantyhose would turn whatever color Zoë wanted." As soon as she was finished talking, the hose became thicker and gained purple and black stripes. With a smile, Karyn picked the tights out of the laundry basket, noted the spilt milk, and quickly wished that away.
"Damnit," Zoe said, returning to the laundry room, "I guess I left those in here too. She stopped and looked at the tights. "Oh, hey, you found my magic tights. Good job, Karyn."
"Huh? I made these like two seconds ago. There's no way you could have known about them."
"Karyn, I bought these tights like a month and a half ago. Cost me an arm and a leg, too."
"No, you didn't. I used the stone to make them. Remember, the stone makes people remember things differently."
Zoë paused a moment. "Oh, yeah."
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Meanwhile, Jon helplessly dangled in the wind by Karyn's hand, listening to the conversation. 1+1=2, ladies. He thought. Surely one of them should begin to realize what happened to Jon. But the girls began to chat about what to do with the stone, and Zoe slipped Jon onto her legs, then put on her almost knee-high boots. So it was that Jon looked out at the world, just below his sisters hem line and above her boots, his view being distorted with every step she took.
The girls wished themselves up a hot new car, jumped inside and sped off to school. About half way there, Karyn paused at a stop light and said something Jon had been waiting fifteen minutes to hear.
"Oh my God! Zoe, you know how the stone changes peoples memories, but only if you're outside earshot."
"Yeah." Zoe said tentatively. Yes, yes, go with this, Karyn. Nylon-Jon thought.
Karyn smirked, "I just thought of the best way to get back at Sarah McMillian . . ."
I hate you. I hate both of you so much.
