Sarah and Sarah L. were in Sarah's bedroom, with Sarah L. shuffling through two piles of photographs.
"So... the teachers..." said Sarah L.
"Right," replied Sarah as she found matching photos in each pile, and randomly tossed both items in the pair on top of two more piles of photos. "Mrs. Richards is cool in English class. Very fair. Watch out for Mr. Kortac in biology class, he looks creepy, he grades okay but you need to do a lot of studying, and you'll be in his class next year. Umm... Mrs. Raiford teaches general science, but she's really a feminist, the old kind. She thinks cheerleading is some patriarchy thing."
"Sounds like trouble," replied the younger Sarah.
"She accused me of smoking at lunch, because she doesn't like me."
"Were you? No, wait, that's a silly question. I know you, because I know me, and I wouldn't start smoking... I don't think..."
"Of course I wasn't!" exclaimed the older Sarah, tossing some more pictures into the piles. "Now, with Mr. Reynolds I was the teacher's pet, except for grades. Which is what you really want it for. Coach Jefferson also teaches history....."
Soon the piles were finished. Sarah L. asked, "Is that it?"
Sarah nodded. "Yeah. I didn't think it would take so long. Get Dad to print out copies, then shuffle the piles so each has some originals and some copies. We'll have to figure out what to do with the ones that aren't on a computer, but I think we got most of them. I mean, when I had my Bat Mitzvah it was yours too. We should still have time to..."
Later that evening, Karyn, Jon, and Jonnie were also gathered together. It was supposed to be for homework, but they were soon talking about other things.
"Is something wrong, Jonnie?" asked Karyn. "You seem worried about something."
"It's a long story," said Jonnie, "but it'll be over when the stone comes back." Telling Karyn she thought she could be pregnant would be worse than embarrassing.
"There was something," said Jon. "The prom. I gotta ask you, Karyn, are you going with someone?"
"As a matter of fact I am," replied Karyn, since you and I had that talk. Besides, there are two of you. I assumed you were going to go with each other."
"We were thinking that," said Jonnie, "but I don't feel like wearing a prom dress."
"How would you go with me, then? There are two of you. One of you would have to be left out."
"Use the stone. Wish to merge us or split you or something. It can do anything."
"Oh, in that case," said Karyn, "why don't you just wish that you'd enjoy wearing prom dresses?"
"Give me a break!" replied Jonnie. "That'd be like wishing you had a mustache,"
"But you are a girl. I don't see why you didn't just go all the way, Jon, and make Jonnie be a girl."
"Because," replied Jon, "Jonnie is a girl, but she's supposed to be a clone. You know, we're the same and all that? I wouldn't do it to me, I won't do it to her. I admit I was thinking it, but it's up to Jonnie."
"I don't see how we can go with each other to the prom and not wish me into a dress, unless we wish for other things that are just as bad. Like dress illusions, or making everyone in the room think a girl in a tuxedo is fine, or something like that."
There was a rustling sound from outside the window. "Did I hear something?" wondered Karyn.
