"Racquel? What are you doin' in my bedroom, honey?" Jonelle asked, walking into the room, yawning a little. Noise coming from her bedroom had woken her up.
Her longtime friend turned away from the mirror she had been preening in front of and got a funny look on her overly-made-up face. "Ya know what, girl? I ain't got no clue."
Jonelle looked around the room for a moment, trying to determine what Racquel had been up to. She doubted that her black friend had come in here just to use her mirror. And this was when she found the wishing stone on the floor. She picked it up, then spun towards Racquel. "Were you trying to use this?" she asked. If her friend had been, then the person she was now wasn't the person she remembered her to be. For all she knew Racquel could have been a white man!
"I ain't neva seen nothin' like dat before," Racquel said. But was she telling the truth? Or did she still remember the wishing stone and still intend on using it?
