Jeannie looked at the small scrap of yellow paper with her name written upon it. Her eyes went to Betty’s face, then back to the paper. Her fingers reached forward to take it, frowning at the stickiness on the back. Turning it over, she examined the strip of adhesive on the back.
“Oh that is very clever!” she exclaimed in surprise. “It is tape that is already on the paper. How convenient!”
Testing the tackiness with her fingers for a moment, Jeannie could not resist the urge to see just how effective it was. Leaning forward, she stuck it directly on the canvas of the terrible piece of art. Then winced as an alarm went off.
“That I do not like,” the djinn announced. With a little frown, she blinked and nodded, muting the shrieking noise. A smile returned to her face. “That is much better.”
Her head tilted to the side, looking at the little scrap of paper stuck to the painting. The scrap that had her name on it. But was it her, as Betty had asked?
“Perhaps it is someone else named Jeannie?” she offered helpfully. “There must be others that have that name. Have you tried asking them as well?”