Just because Sarah couldn't use the stone, didn't mean that someone else couldn't. She'd just have to coerce someone else into making a wish for her.
But who could she get to do that for her?
Suddenly, the perfect person came to mind: Freddy Franklin. He was already in her house, doing her laundry. He was so easy to manipulate. This was gonna be a cinch.
Sarah left her bedroom and went downstairs to the laundry room. Inside, she saw Freddy busily tossing wet clothes into the dryer.
"Freddy," Sarah said, causing the teenage boy to immediately spin around towards her. She smiled. She had him trained well.
