Jon backed into the dining room...and into the dining room table. He turned around. Mikey was sitting there with his schoolbooks, doing his homework. Finally, something normal.
He could finally relax for a moment and think. He sat down and started to compose himself.
Mikey started to drum his fingers on the table as he worked. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.
Jon frowned again. Mikey didn't wear glasses, and he was positive he hadn't been wearing them a second ago. "Why are you staring at me?" Mikey asked him.
"Nothing!" He insisted, defensively. Why was everyone asking him that? Couldn't they see things weren't right here? Well, obviously they couldn't. Apparently, only he could.
"When did you start wearing glasses?" He asked, in a somewhat choked voice.
"These...a while ago...I only need them for reading. You don't think they make me look bad, do you?" Mikey asked, oddly worried about it for a kid who once didn't shower for a week.
"No...just never noticed them before," he said.
"I have to finish this up before dinner," Mikey said. "Can we talk later maybe?"
"Sure," Jon said, eager for the excuse. He needed to get the stone, and he needed to get it now. Without arousing anyone's suspicions. Clearly, from their perspective, he was the one acting odd.
