Linda smiled as she held the stone. "We've been drifting apart, Jon. I think we need to spend more time together."
"Mom? What do you mean?" Linda just shook her head, obviously putting a wish together in her thoughts.
Finally, she let loose a torrent of words. "I wish that for the next week, my breasts would swell and begin to produce milk, then return to their original state at the end of the week. I wish that during that week, my milk will be the only food Jon can eat, and that he will derive no nourishment from any other source of food. Finally, I wish Jon would crave my milk and that he will feel as weak as a five year old girl if he doesn't consume some every two hours."
Jon, who had been munching an apple, suddenly threw the rest of it away in disgust. "Mom! How could you make a wish like that?"
To be honest, his mom had spoken so quickly he wasn't sure he'd understood the whole wish.
Again, Linda wasn't listening to him. Instead, she was grimacing in pain.
