Henrietta stared at him, mouth agape, shocked at his ferocity. Even Malik held a hand up as if ready to tell his friend to calm down. Just then they h...ard the doorknob of her bedroom door open. In less than two seconds, Henrietta was under the quilt with her eyes closed and seemingly alone in her room.The door creaked open.“Henrietta?” Marta asked. She walked into the room. “Señorita?”“Mmm?” Henrietta said, pretending to wake up.“Your mother wants to know if I should make you some supper?”“Mm,”. It was still secure inside of hisjeans. Jess edged his broad shoulders out of the window and looked down.'At least fifteen feet maybe even twenty'he said to himself. But at leastthere was grass where he was about to land. Jess counted to three and pushed himself out the window! He landed on hisfeet and rolled hard onto the grass. His gun come from underneath hisjeans and it lay on the grass a few feet from where he laid. He took adeep breath. He'd made it! And he had no broken bones. His ankles. My name is Fred. A rivalwizard trapped me in this bottle. Actually I lost a bet on the SuperBowl last year and so I'm stuck in here for 3 more months. If someonefinds the lamp and rubs it, I know its corny, then they get a wish. Idon't have to be nice about it I just have to grant your wish, can weget on with it, I have a life also." How much of a life can you have living in the lamp?" asked Martin."I don't live in the lamp, that's just what I have to say when I firstcome out, it's part of the. The dry fir crackled, throwing off a scent like piñon.I turned back towards Margot, and found her stretched out on the rug in front of the fire. She was turning the half-full wine glass slowly in her hands, watching me. I joined her on the floor, and we talked. For hours. About everything.Around 2 a.m., she simply fell asleep in the middle of a sentence, exhausted from the long day at the restaurant and the two bottles of wine that we’d downed.I quietly stood up, trying to figure out what to.