Katima stepped forward and took the bottle from Farook's hand. She pulled the cork and her eldest son Sadaam materialized in a cloud of beige smoke. He looked at her like a zombi, and spoke, "Your wish is my command, mistress."
"Genie, I wish to inherit all my late husband's wealth, and that my children and servants will obey me without question."
"Done," said the genie that had been her son.
"Good. After all those years of cowtowing to my arrogant simpleminded husband, I am finally in charge. I'm glad I poisoned the old fart, now I wish that I was young and beautiful as the first day I seduced the old man."
"Done," said Sadaam.
Her husband's freed genie was livid. He was only to happy dispense his master's final wish of justice, but he really wanted to inflict the maximum horror on the bitch who killed his liberator. He contemplated making her into a bitch dog, giving her the youth of an infant, making her older than sin, reducing her to air instead of the heir, or maybe...