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“And from there, you understand the rest. We’ve lived under Gene for years.” Tara scratched her chin as she considered her wording, “Though I guess it’s more like we’re living with him. He’s basically more of a roommate than a father figure.” She shook her head at that statement, “No, more like a toddler most days.”
My sister seemed pleased with her successful storytime. Almost marveled at how well she retold the tale. I on the other hand was dumbfounded, “That wasn’t sweet at all!” Rarely did I fully open my eyes and even less often would I raise my voice, “He basically crippled you for life and then forcibly abducted us.”
“Ah! Adopted,” she swiftly corrected.
I wanted to argue more but that outburst left me winded. I wanted to know who Gene was and how he got here, and I got my answer. My chin bumped against the wooden countertop, “I need a nap.”
Tara gave a warm smile pleased with the conclusion. She requested I open the shop once I’m ready to receive more customers. I’m sure she was aware that I wouldn’t open anytime soon. However, “Hey, Tara…” there was one final problem bugging me.
She refocused on me as I reasoned out my request, “Gene took your mouth so you could understand his language.” She nodded her head in acknowledgment, “Well… I can understand both you and Gene just fine.” I rolled onto my cheek and looked directly at her, “Why hasn’t he taken my mouth?”
My sister froze with her arms over the embroidered curtain. She again mulled over how to word this and returned that signature smile. Even her medallion matched the mood, “Gene is a powerfully fickle god…” She turned away from me with a finger in the air as she departed, “But he isn’t forgetful.”
My eyes followed her exit. Something about that felt off, “God? Tara, I thought you said Gene was a spirit.” My sister never responded, “Tara… Tara, what do you mean by god?”
Despite the blistering heat, a heavy chill ran down my spine. My head instinctually snapped to the window. It was supposed to be boarded up behind the shudders. When had they been opened? Worse than that. Why was there a table sitting outside our shop?
Why was there a genie’s lamp resting atop?