He heard the TV turn on, and looked toward the couch. A girl his age was sitting there, flipping through. She looked at him. "What are you staring at?"
It was Sally. A teenage version of her anyway. And Jon had to say, Sally had turned kind of hot. He felt a little weird thinking that, but it was the truth. If this was really what Sally would look like ten years in the future, then guys were in for a treat.
"Umm...nothing." Jon said, and froze. Something was wrong with his voice. It was higher-pitched. He looked down. Oh, shit. Until his mom and aunt came back, he was stuck as a little kid.
"Well, I'm going to make a call. Can I have some privacy for a few minutes?"
He left her alone. At least this was only for the afternoon. He needed to think.
Sally dialed a number. "Hey, Terri, it's Sally...What do you mean, Sally who? Sally, your best friend since like, forever. The Sally who you told about you and Jimmy Leibowitz kissing under the bleach...How do I know about that? You told me." Click Sally frowned. Her best friend was acting like she didn't know her.
