It was time to put safeguards in place. Parks was totally unfazed by being a teenage boy, but I doubted his students would be so understanding. I wished Parks would now think that he was me, go straight to his new house, and begin behaving exactly as I would.
Parks dropped the spoon on the counter, turned, and left the house.
My house.
This place was my house, for 24 hours at least, and I could do what I wanted in it. I checked the spaghetti. I knew nothing about cooking, but that could be fixed. "I wish to become a master chef." And so it was. Perhaps a bit overkill for dehydrated spaghetti, but this ring was powerful, and I intended to use it.
As I ate dinner, I considered what to do with my evening. I was a teacher now, and would have classes tomorrow. Then again, the ring could change all that . . .