for what seems to me to be the most obvious wish of all. One that should occur to anybody immediately, with little or no thought. Anybody, that is with even a grain of common-sense."
I didn't get it. I don't think the djinn did, either, though he must have had his misgivings, for:
"Something tells me this wish is going to be a stinker," he said dolorously. "You should forgive the expression."
"Cheer up, man, for heaven's sake!" I barked. "What have you got to be bleating about? Have a thought for me! Allah only knows what Connie will wish for, and I've just elected to spend the rest of my life with her."
"She makes you nervous, eh?" the djinn asked, with a trace of commiseration in his booming voice.
"Highly," I said. "Highly." I wiped the perspiration that had seeped out on my brow. "Now listen, Connie," I warned. "I can feel my arteries hardening by the second. All I ask is, if you love me, have a care what you wish for."
"There's nothing to get into such a turmoil and hurly-burly about," Connie said. "I'm merely going to wish a wish. A quite reasonable, logical wish that would occur to any woman. All the men who've opened djinn bottles, with all their fine masculine blather about logic, poor things, have never wished a wish like this."
The djinn sucked air through his teeth reflectively. He said to me, "You take a woman, now. You never can tell which way she'll jump next."
"I need to learn about women from you?" I asked bitterly. "My life has been cluttered with 'em, cluttered."
"Oh, it has, eh?" Connie said, sitting up straight.
For a minute I didn't notice the danger signal, but plunged on recklessly, "And haven't I driven behind them on the public highways, which alone would be educational enough?" I asked.
"I've made a mental note of all this, never fear," Connie said ominously. "Superior, beasts, men. Lords of creation. But if they're so brilliant, why didn't any of them ever wish for a wish like this?"
I looked at the djinn. "Well, I guess we've postponed the evil moment as long as we could. Shall we proceed?"
"Where do you get that 'we' stuff?" the djinn asked coldly, "This is my headache, just in case anybody rides up on a white horse to ask you. Well, I've tried to steel myself, so go ahead, Connie. I only hope I can stand it."
"Yes, dear. Tell us," I said.
"'Us,'" quoted the djinn witheringly.
Connie moistened her red lips with her little pink tongue. I waited, breath in abeyance. The sun shone, the sea smelled, the sand burned, just as I've told you. I was surely conscious.
Connie drew a deep breath. "Well, the wish is merely and simply this. I merely wish you to grant me all the wishes I wish to wish!"
III
The djinn leaped like a startled gazelle. The howl he emitted was really ear-piercing. Almost could I find it in my heart to feel sorry for the man.
"I merely and simply say nix!" he bawled. "Good Gad! I never heard of such a thing! It's enough to make reason totter on its throne! It's unethical, that's what it is! It's unconstitutional! Why, it's—probably even communistic, even!"
He was waxing incoherent, and who could blame him?
"Oh, nonsense!" Connie said.
"I tell you I won't do it!" the djinn said with considerable asperity.
Connie's eyes narrowed until the irises were only slivers of turquoise beneath her breath-taking lashes. "Just tell me one thing, djinn. Do you or do you not positively have to grant me any wish I wish to wish?"
He couldn't meet her eyes. "I—I guess I do," he said reluctantly. And he murmured something else about an old Arabian law.
"Okay." Connie dusted her palms. "You heard me, bud. I wish you to grant me all the wishes I wish to wish."
"I been taken!" moaned the djinn.
