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Molly spread the blueprints across the sticky diner table, pinning down the corners with ketchup bottles. Bill squinted at the crayon drawing. "This is a placemat." "It's reconnaissance, Bill. I had the birthday girl draw it while her mother was in the bathroom." "You interrogated a seven-year-old?" "I bought her pancakes. She sang like a canary." Molly tapped a lopsided square. "Bounce house here. Piñata here. Presents stacked in the dining room under a banner that says 'Princess Tabitha.'" Bill rubbed his temples, already regretting everything. A toddler at the next booth was watching them with unsettling intensity. "We are grown adults, Molly." "We are grown adults who are broke." "There'll be parents there." "Distracted parents. Drinking boxed wine and pretending to enjoy each other." She slid a photograph across the table. "Our way in." Bill stared at the clown costume, its painted smile somehow threatening and depressed at once. "Absolutely not." "You have the face for it." "That is deeply insulting." "I've rented the van. I've bought the balloons. I've learned three magic tricks, Bill." He sighed, picked up the red rubber nose, and turned it over in his palm like a grenade.