(Author's Note: This episode was previously, for the most part, written by EL R, with some minor errors fixed.)
"I wish ... well, I suppose I wish that my husband and I were in our own, separate bodies again. That is, if you don't mind."
"Oh kind Master, worry not what I think, for I am a humble genie who lives to obey, and your wish is my command." Colored smoke leapt from Genie, surrounding Claire/Olivia, and untwined them from each other, pulling the (literal) witch from the old millionaire. For her sake, and perhaps Olivia's, Genie made sure that both Claire and her fiancé would be somewhere else for the time being.
Once done, Olivia Harrison (wrinkled, arthritic, but kind Olivia Harrison) stood before Genie, holding Genie's own golden lamp in her hand. The maven looked around the house, and Genie did too, noting it had been redecorated. Very redecorated, and even with magic powers, Genie didn't think Claire could have done all this in hours. Everything was slick and modern, glass and wood combined, abstract shapes and apple-white walls. And then she saw a picture on the nearby mantle. Gold framed and huge, it was a picture of a wedding. Claire and Kevin's wedding, which Genie had set for two months from the time of the first wish. How long had she been in the lamp? Could it have been months? Genie's blood froze. Every time she went into the lamp, time slipped away from her. Her old life, one free of the lamp, slipped away.
"Oh my, did she redecorate. A sharp eye on that one," Olivia said, adding "I will miss this place."
"Master, simply speak and you shall have your home again," Genie said, with a bow. She started to ask how long had it been since the last time she was imprisoned, but stopped as her master spoke.
"Don't worry about it, dearie. They make wonderful RVs these days, and I think I want to spend my golden years seeing as much of God's creation as I can."
"Of course, oh wise Master. Simply speak the words and the home of your dreams shall be yours."
"I don't mean to use your magic if I can help it, Genie. I don't approve of magic or the temptation it brings."
Every word Olivia said took Genie by surprise. Kind, reticent to even wish, and content. Could this woman be the master all genies hoped for? The one to free her from servitude?
"But I do have a request for you, Genie. Not a wish, mind you."
"Whatever you want, Master."
"Oh, it's nothing. It is Sunday and I haven't been to church in some time, and my knees aren't what they used to be. I was wondering if you could help me get to my church."
Genie nodded and came up to Olivia Harrison, holding out her arm to take. Gently, the older woman did so, and Genie helped her master outside. Things did worry her about Mrs. Harrison. She seemed quite devout. Did she believe Genie to be a servant of the devil? A trickster trapped in a lamp? That was how genies were portrayed, Genie admitted to herself. And what she did to Claire might not help her case with Olivia.
They came outside and Olivia pointed Genie to an old, but well-kept and, once upon a time, classy black car. "I will be repossessing my car, if not my house." Genie nodded and took the woman to the vehicle, helping her inside. Mrs. Harrison just happened to have a key for the sedan in her white clutch, and she handed it to Genie.
"You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not, Master." Genie took the key and started up the car, feeling the purring motor come to life. She left the driveway and followed Olvia's instructions to the church, but along the way, her Master asked Genie something. "So, then, tell me about yourself, Genie."
