Looking at me, stunned, the burglar said, “How did you get in here!?”
I wanted to do something; but something told me it would be a bad idea. “I could ask you the same question.”
Pressing a knife to Erin’s throat, the burglar said, “I don’t know who you bitches are.” Spotting my bottle,
he said, “Do you expect me to believe you’re a genie?”
“You’ll believe soon enough.”
Seeing the knife to Erin’s throat, I was compelled to act like the genies in the old stories. The ones who
took ‘be careful what you wish for’ to a new level. Looking at him, I said, “What is it you want?”
“Give me something valuable; or this girl gets it!”
“So you want to be rich, is that it?”
“Yes! Give it to me now!”
“Indulge me a little.” Smirking, I said, “Say that you wish you were rich.”
“I wish I was rich!”
The moment he stopped speaking, the burglar vanished. Freaking out, Erin said, “What happened? Where did he
go?”
“I granted his wish.” With a smug grin, still furious, I said, “It’s a pity he didn’t say rich man.”
“What are you saying, Carly?” looking at me, Erin said, “What did you do?”
“Let’s just say, I hope SHE is happy with being married to her rich husband.”