Dear Diary,
I am not entirely certain, but I do believe that my master cares for me more than he
is letting on. This evening when I told him that I was going to meet Captain Healey in
front of the public library, the oddest expression came over his face. I do believe it is the
face one expresses when one is jealous. He told me he did not wish me to see Captain
Healey again. My master says that Captain Healey has -- "turned in his wolf's suit" and
that he wishes to marry me. I told my master, "I would not have to go out with your best
friend if I were married to his best friend." After a bit of bargaining, my master saw it my
way. Was there a chance that he would not? I do not think so.
My master has lied to me again. Why does he do this when he knows that I will
learn the truth eventually? Perhaps this is something that mortal men do that they cannot
help. I must learn all I can of my master's compulsion to lie to me. But tonight, ho ho,
tonight, he will not get away with it for even a little while. He told me he was ordered to
take out a Russian cosmonaut -- a Major Tiomkin. She is blonde. She is beautiful. She is
not right for my master, that is what! She is much too -- I believe enterprising is the word
for which I am looking. My master tried his very best to explain himself to me. Let us say,
we did not see eye to eye. I believe I would have won that argument had Captain Healey
not come to the door. My master made me go in my bottle, so in my bottle I went. Then,
straight into Captain Healey's raincoat. Oh, dear. I think I have made a mistake!
After saying goodnight, my master and Major Posnofsky left Captain Healey alone
with Major Tiomkin in her hotel room. Of all the times for Captain Healey to finally notice
that my bottle was stuffed in the pocket of his raincoat! Major Tiomkin expressed how
much she liked my bottle. So, Captain Healey gave it to her!! Oh, this is truly terrible. If
she opens the bottle, she will be my new master! I think I am going to cry. How do I get
myself into these things?
After what seemed like hours, I finally heard my master's voice. It was difficult to
discern exactly what he was doing there with Major "Sonya, Big Daddy" Tiomkin, but I
can only assume that he was looking for me. But why, oh, why could he not have gotten
away before she realized that he had my bottle under his arm? Suddenly, I heard many
voices: My master's, Major Tiomkin's, Dr. Bellows' and General Barkley's. Then, as
suddenly as the voices appeared, they disappeared and I was left with Major Tiomkin who
promptly, and to my horror, pulled the cork out of my bottle!
When I knelt before her and exclaimed that I was her genie, she did not believe me.
She feels, I believe, that she drinks too much vodka. So, I think it was pride that
compelled me to convince her that I was a genie, but I was terribly dismayed at having to
obey her first orders to me. She told me to make my beautiful ex-master kick General
Barkley!
For the next several hours, I was at my new master's -- mistress's -- beck and call.
She wished for more things in a few hours than my beautiful, wonderful, darling ex-master
wished for in all the months we were together. I thought I would never see him again.
Thank goodness Major Tiomkin (who now had high hopes of being called Betsy Ross)
had a soft spot for my ex-master. Although, a little too soft, if you ask me. She wanted to
marry him!! Thank Allah, though, that she let us see each other one more time. My
ex-master led me into the kitchen where we could say our good-byes in private.
"I'm gonna miss you terribly, Jeannie."
"Oh, and I am going to miss you, Master."
“I never realized just how much I'd miss you until this happened."
"You would like me to stay?"
"Of course I -- you mean you could?"
"If she frees me."
"Well, you heard what she said. She's not going to free you and -- I can't marry
her, Jeannie."
"If you want to keep me you must..."
Did I not tell you that he cared for me more than he was letting on? Well, as I
always say: Two masters are better than one. Especially, if they are both my beloved
Captain Nelson. And more especially, as long as I have the real one!
