The pen began to move in Carrie's hand. It fell to the floor and seemed to be trying to balance on its tip. Acting on a hunch, Carrie got a sheet of paper from the desk in her room, and put it on the floor. Then, she held the pen so the tip was on the paper.
WHAT HAPPENED TO ME? wrote out the pen.
Carrie laughed. "You're a pen, now, Judy! And you'll be one for the next two weeks! Or for good, if you don't behave yourself."
NO!
"Yes!" Carrie noticed that the pen was definitely writing in Judy's handwriting. "For example, you have to tell the truth now!" Actually, Carrie didn't think she did, but hoped Judy, who was never very bright as a woman, would be even stupider as a pen. "Tell me, do you have a boyfriend besides my daddy?"
YES wrote the pen after a minute.
"What's his name? Where does he live?"
MARK JOHNSON wrote the pen. Then, it wrote out a complete address.
"That's all I wanted to know," said Carrie. "Now I'm going to use you like a regular pen. Don't try to move, or you can write my diary entries until you run dry!"
The threat seemed to work. Carrie got another sheet of paper, this time from the downstairs desk, and an envelope. By holding the pen loosely, Carrie was happy to see it still wrote in Judy's handwriting. She wrote:
NORMAN,
I'VE HAD IT! I STUCK AROUND HOPING YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW WOULD LEAVE THE KID A FORTUNE I COULD LEECH FROM HER. BUT NOW I SEE I CAN'T TOUCH ANY OF IT, AND I CAN'T STAND THE BRAT ANY LONGER! I'M LEAVING YOU FOR MY BOYFRIEND. AT LEAST HE CAN PLEASE ME. I HEREBY RENOUNCE ANY CLAIM TO ANY ALIMONY OR ANY OF YOUR PROPERTY. GOODBYE AND GOOD LUCK, YOU'LL NEED IT!
JUDY