but this, this was a wish he could grant.
He smiled at her and he reached out and touched her belly.
He looked her straight in the eyes and said, “Your wish is my command.”
* * * * *
But Fazire didn’t do exactly what she said.
He did make her perfect.
He made her bright and funny and very, very talented.
He made her sweet and thoughtful and very, very caring.
He made her generous and kind and very, very loving
He decided not to make her beautiful, at least not at first, because she should know humility and not grow up with conceit.
Though, she would become a beauty, a splendid beauty beyond compare.
Just… later.
Chapter Two
Fazire & Lily
October, many more years later
Fazire watched Lily as she pushed her bike up the lane which was awash in the vibrant autumn colours he liked so much in Indiana.
He was frowning and he was doing this because he saw that Lily was sad.
He didn’t like Lily sad but Lily was sad a great deal of the time these days.
She never used to be sad.
She was so very loved, so loved that the minute she was born – well, a couple of hours later because luckily Fazire had not been present at the birth, he’d heard stories about it and felt his absence was a wish granted to him – Becky had given her two last wishes to her new daughter.
Lily was so smart, she walked before other babies did, she talked before they did. Later, she read before other children did. Now she was two grades ahead of the other kids at school, she was so smart.
And she was supremely vivacious, happy, smiley and loving. One hug from Lily and your whole world turned golden. She gave the absolute best hugs.
And the minute she could string three words together, she started to tell stories. And they were always the best stories… ever .
If she was talking about something that really happened, she could make the most mundane happening entertaining. But it was even better when she made up stories from scratch, those were the absolute, most bestest, best.
And she was funny. She could make even old lady Kravitz laugh and old lady Kravitz never laughed.
Everyone loved Lily, even old lady Kravitz.
There was a lot to love. Lily was, quite simply, perfect.
Except…
Fazire had to admit that he had made a wee, little mistake when he healed Becky’s womb and made it fruitful and set the wish that would be Lily.
He should have made her become beautiful a little quicker.
Or, at the very least, pretty.
He used the excuse to himself that he didn’t know.
He’d been created by the Divine One as a full grown genie. Then he’d gone to Genie Training School where you had to pay attention because if you didn’t and you messed up a wish or didn’t follow Genie Code, well, the consequences didn’t bear thinking about.
Fazire had never been to human school. He didn’t know how cruel children could be.
And Lily, although not ugly, was plain. And being so smart made other children think she was strange. And they made fun of her.
Sarah, Becky and Will worried about Lily. Well, Sarah and Becky did, it made Will madder than the dickens (this, a phrase Sarah had taught him and Fazire still didn’t know what “the dickens” was but he figured it was pretty bad by the way Sarah said it).
As the school years went by, more and more Lily would come home like she did today.
Sad.
He hid himself as she came into the house (as he did most days) and watched her surreptitiously steal the three Baby Ruth candy bars (named after one of Fazire’s heroes, Babe Ruth, a great baseball player who was nearly as round as Fazire).
She grabbed her ever-present book (another in a hundred romance novels that he knew she read) and ducked back out of the house. Fazire watched as she walked down the sloping lawn to hide herself in the trees at the bottom by the curve of the gravelled lane.
He knew exactly what she’d do. She’d eat the candy bars. She might even steal a few more. Then she’d have a big dinner and