We arrived at my grandparents house-- Kate's house, I mean. The orange truck muscled its way up the driveway, and we pulled to a stop next to Jake's mother's murky sedan.
Inside, the old woman was cleaning up with Chris clinging on the side.
"Cleanin, cleanin." Chris sang to himself.
"There you are." Jake's mother said, her beehive hair bobbing. "Do you have any idea how messy this house is?"
"Um, yes." Kate replied.
"We've had a long day." I explained to her. "Do you mind if we have a minute?"
"You've had a long day?" She buzzed. "Goodness, do you know how my son has been acting?"
"Cleanin." Chris tugged at his grandmother's sleeve. "Cleanin, cleanin."
"Yes, I know dearie." She turned back to Kate. "You know he's been claiming to be the President?"
I blinked at her as if surprised. "But he is the President."
"Not you too. I think I'd know if my son were the President of the United States."
"Abuh." Chris said. "Cleanin, yeah?"
"Yeah." I replied. It did need cleaning. I sat on the couch, exhausted. "In a minute."
Jeanie half smiled sadly. "I'll help you clean, Chris."
"Otay." He looked at her shyly.
"Will anyone explain to me what's going on?" Jake's mother said.
Kate took her to one side and gave her some excuse. I rested my eyes for a moment...
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Three Wishes: This didn't go as planned!
FantasyAbel is a daydreamer. Things that will never happen, the impossible, are planned neatly in his head, while the possible is left up to chance. However, the impossible becomes possible when Able finds a magic oil-lamp in his grandparent's basement la...
