"It wasn't just that. It was the first kind of music that I ever heard after getting away from Father. He didn't allow any music in the house other th...an hymns. He called all other kinds 'devil's invitation to debauchery'. The first song I ever heard was 'The chair' by George Strait. I loved his voice and the song talked about things that I had never experienced. I've been hooked ever since"Once again I felt bad that her childhood had been void of all the things that normal children took for. "Of course, I'm a genie,Master," I replied to my complete and utter surprise. Why the hellhad I told Gary something like that?Gary smiled wickedly at me. "I'd be willing to bet you haven't been agenie very long, Sam. No one could possibly be the clumsy schmutzyputz you've always been and be a genie at the same time." He lookedat the lamp again. "How'd you manage to get yourself stuck insidethis thing, Sam? More importantly, how long have you been a genie?"How long had I been a genie? Was I. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to come back.” “Don’t get worked up,” she began. “He’s going to be fine. It’s just a bloodied nose.”I laced my tone with resentment and said, “That’s too bad,”She glanced at the haunted man who walked beside her. If only I could have broken the spell and freed this poor girl from the curse that I was. Her eyes always seemed to light up every time I looked at her. I’m burning down…Fireflies floated around us as dusk approached. The fiery colors of the setting. I believe that we should try Savannah first as it is the closest, but we can try Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York, and even Boston later if necessary,” Mother told me.“That sounds reasonable, but it will be imported furniture that we will probably find, and it will be more expensive,” I told them, and there was no disagreement with that statement.The following day, Mother and Celeste returned to Savannah to look for furniture and the other things that we would require to furnish the two.