KARYN

There was a name carved into the stone. It was KARYN. "I wish I knew why Karyn's name is on it," he said, holding the stone. But nothing happened. No flash of light and no sudden knowledge flowing into his mind. "What's wrong with this thing?" Downstairs, the doorbell rang. He walked down there and answered the door. It was Karyn. "Hi, Jon." "Hi, Karyn. I think there's something wrong with this," he said, holding up the stone with her name on it. "Why is my name on it?" "I don't know. I tried to make a wish, but it wouldn't grant it." Karyn was pretty smart and she thought that maybe *she* could use it because *her* name was on it. It turns out she was right, because she wished ...