Molly leaned in close to Bill, her eyes scanning the party decorations. "You know all these kids come here every year?" Bill shrugged. "My sister's divorced that many times. I'm surprised they don't start a petition to make them less noisy." "Do they have a good thing going? I mean, a good thing actually going? I get a hundred gifts a year, thanksgiving dinner a week before Christmas. That's dedication." Molly frowned, tapping her foot. "But what's the prize here? Presents or bragging rights?" "Hey, consider it family," Bill growled, his eyes leading the way through the garden. "We get a party, and that's the prize. Besides, I've got the skills now. You don't exactly blow it out of proportion, Molly." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're trying to make me nervous." Bill snorted. "Nervous? Me? Don't be ridiculous. You're not exactly going to betray my sister's trust, Molly."