Genie sighed. It came out in a torrent that blew the sheets off the bed. “I have unlimited powers,” he said. “To help others, to grant wishes. But as for myself, I can only do so much. I know this because I have tried. That much I can remember.”
I also sighed. “Perhaps made to remember.”
Yuri touched fingertip to nose. “The curse.”
“The curse,” I echoed. It had to be. Genie could remember what he needed to remember, could use his magic only when it suited his various masters.
“The curse,” said Genie, thereby making it an unhappy trio.
I walked over and put my hand on Luke’s shoulder. “Will you help us? If we can find who owned the bottle before Yuri, maybe we’ll be one step closer in breaking the curse. Maybe that person knows more than we do. Or maybe the next bottle we find will hol
