Sarah looked down at Jon, who was still laying on Zoe in the grass. "God, you're just as much of a sicko as your freak sister."
"What? It's not like that. I was just trying to ..." Jon tried to explain.
"Stop it. I don't want to hear it. I wish you two would just stop...being who you are...until I decide what to do with you for good." she said, flustered. She had imposed a time limit of other than one hour...so the wish would be in effect.
There was a rustle of wind, and Sarah looked away for a moment. When she looked back...
