It was my new housemate. She had moved in a few days ago after I rented her a room. I thought it would be nice to have help paying the bills. I didn't...realize she was going to be home, and I could feel my skin turn a slight shade of pink.I knew her from where I worked and we had become friends. I found out she was between relationships and needed a place to stay for awhile. I thought it was a great arrangement for both of us. I realized she did not turn away. She was leaning against the door. Now they are grown up and don’t need her any more but she can’t go looking for a man at this age in this present society she lived in. She is still desirable to men, she was well aware but with a son at marriageable age living with her, it is simply impossible for her to entertain the idea of another man. She had to consider the society if she should live in this small town with respect. On the other hand if her son could provide her the love she needed, no one will be the wiser, she reckoned.. “The one thing that the powerful always want...is more power.” Amaryllis did her best to not stare at the weapon glittering in the candlelight.“Are you worried about this?” she asked with false innocence. “Don’t worry.” she deftly flipped the knife, “It’s not for you. Bring him.”The mousey and straw-haired witches disappeared into the darkness. The long-nosed witch came forward then, a silver chalice in her hands. Scuffing could be heard coming closer and closer until, finally, the dull duo. . and look up to see this very pretty woman in a nicely tailored business outfit standing in the middle of my dining room. And now she tells me she is here to grant me one wish because she is a genie.I haven't had anything to drink stronger than coffee, so I know I'm not drunk."You are not drunk, and no, I am not a hallucination or a dream." So says the genie as she moves some books of my office chair and sits down next to my desk."Were you reading my mind?" Hardly. Those are the first two.