It was a game at first. She wrote “candy” and found chocolate in the cupboard, wrote apple pie, wrote honey. Soon she was using the magic paper for all her shopping lists, though when the cupboard door fell off she learned it was best to dream small. Still, who needs giant-sized cornflake packs when the mini-ones reappear at zero cost?
Baby food, toddler food, lunch box, TV dinners, after-game: It was all still her own secret system; her husband proclaimed her a wiz with the books. Then Tom got hooked on computer games, wrote fifteen orks, and they ate her.