“What am I but what you made me?” she said in his dreams.
But he had not wished for her. He recalled quite clearly. He had wished for a perfect woman. Not this one who challenged his beliefs, who argued, who flat out refused to cook his beer battered hotdogs.
She told him he was not ready, that he needed to work harder to meet his true potential.
She was too short.
Her dimples were in the wrong places.
She was clumsy.
And perfection was, well, perfect. And though he was fond of the woman the jinn had brought – maybe he even loved her – she clearly was not what he had been promised.
He had obviously been tricked …. or lied to.