Sarah Gibson

"Hello?" someone asked on the phone. It was Sarah. Her voice was unmistakable. "Sarah?" Jon asked. "Who is this?" "Jon Gib ... uh ... I mean McMillan." "What do *you* want?" Sarah asked. She sounded ticked off. "I need to know. Do you have the wishing stone?" "How do you know about that?" she demanded. "It doesn't matter. I need to use it to ..." "No way. I wouldn't let someone I don't trust use it. Especially a jerk like you." "Sarah, listen to me." "Don't call here again," she said, then hung up. "That little bitch," Jon muttered. He'd have to go get it himself.