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Molly adjusted the strap of her black duffel bag, peering through the hedge. “Okay, so the bounce house is a distraction. I’ll cause a sugar-high stampede at the cupcake table.” Bill, wedged behind a rhododendron, squinted. “And I’m supposed to what, impersonate the magician? I don’t know any tricks.” “You know the ‘pull a coin from an ear’ bit,” Molly said, not looking at him. “Kids love that.” “I pull a nickel from a kid’s ear, they expect the rest of the bank,” Bill grumbled. “And where are you while I’m doing that?” “Grabbing the gift pile. It’s a rainbow of unopened loot.” She smiled. “A clown car’s worth of gratitude.” “What if the birthday girl cries? She’s five, Molly. Five.” “Then you do the disappearing act. I’ll grab the bags, we meet at the fence, and we’re gone before the piñata’s breached.” Bill shook his head. “We’re ruining a child’s good time for a bundle of art supplies and a talking dinosaur.” “Don’t forget the gift cards,” Molly said, zipping her bag. “That’s why we’re here, Bill. It’s not personal. It’s business.” “Business,” he repeated, watching a toddler wobble past with a balloon. “You know, I kind of liked you better when you stole cars.”