GENIE IN A BOTTLE
Genie looked up at the three eager-faced ladies and shook her head.
“I’m sorry, ladies, but I can’t,” she murmured, still feeling shattered. “You play, Ann.”
Ann looked at her and then groaned slightly.
“Please,” the three women said in chorus.
“Oh, alright,” Ann sighed. “But only one set.”
She left and Genie was alone. With a moan she put her elbows on the table and sank her head into her hands, her eyes closing.
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