Old Olivia looked around her house, and Genie did, too, noting it had been redecorated since she had last been here. Everything was slick and modern, glass and wood combined, abstract shapes and Apple-white walls. There was a picture on the nearby mantle. Gold framed and huge, it was a picture of a wedding. Claire and Derrick'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, continued to slip away.

"Oh, my did she redecorate. A sharp eye on that one." Olivia said, adding, "I will miss this place."

"Master, but why, 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, o humble 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 Genie's 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 I 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. Genie did have worries about Mrs. Harrison, particularly the woman’s seeming devoutness. Would she believe Genie to be a servant of the Devil? A trickster trapped in a lamp? That was how Genie's 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 Olivia's instructions to the church, but along the way, her Master asked Genie something, "So, then, tell me about yourself, Genie . . ."

Genie was about to tell her new master about herself, but then realized that she had forgotten her past. She knew that she had been someone else before being the genie of the lamp, but she couldn't remember anything from before then. She had this vague notion of being ... male? But that was it.

"Well, go on, dearie," Olivia said. "Tell me a little bit about yourself."

"I used to be someone else. A mortal. And then I was turned into the genie of the lamp, forced to grant the wishes of others, ones who summon me from my lamp. I don't remember anything from before I became a genie. I ... I wish ..." Genie said, before trailing off in sorrow. 

"Oh, you poor dear," Olivia said. "Trapped in the lamp, not remembering your past. Maybe ... maybe I could help you some way."

Genie's mood brightened. Maybe this really WAS the type of master she had hoped for. Soon, she'd be free of the lamp ... she was sure of it.

"Master, you are too kind." Genie said, partly because her Genie nature urged her to be servile to her Masters, but also because it was true. There were few mortals who would forgo wishes and free the Genie. "To be free again . . ." Genie whispered and trailed off, thinking on it.

"Well, I never said that quite, dear. God has a plan for all of us, you know, and maybe it was part of His plan that you become what you have become."

"But, I . . . Master, I desire more than anything to be free."

"I never said you wouldn't be free, either. I'm still making up my mind, dearie. Turn here," she said, pointing left toward the Lamb of God sign.

Genie nodded, but tried to keep her spirits high, "Of course, Master. I should not presume."