Belinda grimaced. Finding a magic lamp with genie was one thing. Realising she would never be poor again was great but…
Once her wish was fulfilled, she had to give the lamp to someone she disliked. The genie said by giving it away, dislikes might be softened, friendships formed.
Belinda snorted. She’d always dislike Maisy for saying Belinda’s mother was dotty when dementia was clearly at work.
But being able to conjure up money, literally, would mean no worries about care home bills.
Belinda sighed. ‘You win, genie, but I’m doing this for my mother, not for Maisy.’
Once her wish was fulfilled, she had to give the lamp to someone she disliked. The genie said by giving it away, dislikes might be softened, friendships formed.
Belinda snorted. She’d always dislike Maisy for saying Belinda’s mother was dotty when dementia was clearly at work.
But being able to conjure up money, literally, would mean no worries about care home bills.
Belinda sighed. ‘You win, genie, but I’m doing this for my mother, not for Maisy.’
