A Little Fib

"I wished that your room was neater - I, I, I mean, you've never been too good about putting your stuff away, so I -" Jen rolled her eyes. "Like, that's all? Wow, mom, that's kinda, y'know, small-time, isn't it?" "Jen!" Karyn hissed. "Quit complaining! She could have wished you into being a Stepford Daughter or something!" Jen sighed. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry, mom - I'll try to be neater and stuff from now on." "Well - good. OK then." "Uh, mom?" "Yes?" "Can I have the rock back now?" "Um, not yet. I think I better put it away for now - it's better if no one uses it until we can figure out how it works." "She's right, Jen," Karyn nodded. "I guess. So when can we come out?" "In a little bit - let me finish supper first." Jon's mom - who was now, in fact, Jen's mom - closed the door as the two girls inside resumed their conversation. ***Now** what do I do?* she thought in a panic.