"Maybe you should think before you use it too much," said Karyn. Let's get together at your place after school to work it out, okay?"
"All right," said Joan. "It would be nice to do something about Sarah, but I can handle her. She couldn't even stop me from getting on the cheerleading team."
Joan and Karyn walked home, to Joan's house. They saw the postman just walking away, obviously having delivered something.
"Hey, maybe you got another stone," said Karyn.
"One is plenty," replied Joan. "Let's see what it is." He opened the mailbox and pulled out a pile of mail. "This one's addressed to 'Resident'. This one's Mom's, but I think it's junk mail. Oh, here's my Sports Illustrated. Hey, this is weird. Look at this label."
Joan handed the magazine to Karyn, who read the label. First she didn't see the problem, but then she noticed it. "The magazine says you're named 'Jon'. Shows how much you can trust computers."
The magazine company's computer was thousands of miles away and well out of the range of Jon's wish, though Joan didn't know that.
"Look," said Joan. "This one's from you. It's dated two weeks ago. Must have gotten lost in the mail. I bet this little letter's travelled hundreds of miles." She opened it. Karyn read it over her shoulder--which was harmless, since she already knew its contents. Or at least she thought she did. Because the letter began, "Dear Jon...."
