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Molly spread the blueprint across the sticky diner table, narrowly avoiding a puddle of syrup. "Okay, Bill. The party starts at two. Cake at three. Presents at four." Bill squinted at the paper. "Molly, this is a placemat from Denny's." "It's symbolic. Focus." She tapped a grease stain. "This is the bouncy castle. This is the piñata. And this—" she jabbed a coffee ring, "—is where they pile the gifts." "And you want me to dress as a clown." "Not just any clown. Sprinkles the Magnificent." Bill folded his arms. "I have a dignity, Molly." "You stole a nativity scene last December. From a nunnery." "That was different. The baby Jesus had diamond eyes." "They were rhinestones." "Still counts." Molly slid a red nose across the table. "Look, you distract the kids with balloon animals. I come in as the magician, wave a cape, poof—presents vanish into the false-bottom trunk." "What if they want a real magic trick?" "Pull a rabbit out of the hat." "We don't have a rabbit." "Then pull out a regret, Bill. Pull out your crushing sense of regret." Bill sighed and picked up the nose. "Fine. But I'm not doing voices."