"Uh ... Mom?" Jon said, eyeing the stone.
"Oh, please. I told you before. Just call me Jane. That's my name, you know."
"I can't call you that. You're my mother."
Jane shrugged. "Okay, whatever." She plopped down on Jon's bed and playfully tossed the stone in her hand. "So, did you want to go to the mall or what?"
"Actually, I'd like to have the stone back," Jon said.
"You don't trust me with it?" she asked. "Because that's not what you said when I picked you up after school today. You know, when I made my wish," she said, pointing to her larger breasts.
In this reality, that must have been when Jon showed his mom the stone. Jon was never picked up by his mom (not since elementary school, anyways), as he always preferred to walk home. But in this reality, they must have had such a close relationship that it was commonplace.
"No, I trust you," Jon said. He supposed that he should trust her just as much as Karyn.
"Good," she said. "Because I was thinking about making a wish with it."
