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Molly spread the crayon-drawn invitation across the hood of the van like a battle map. "Fourteen kids," she said. "Bouncy castle at two, cake at three. Presents pile up on the piano." Bill squinted at the paper. "Why is the birthday boy wearing a cape in this drawing?" "Because he's six, Bill." "So he thinks he can fly. That's a variable." Molly rubbed her eyes. "The variable is the grandmother. She sits by the door and she notices everything." "I'll distract her." "How?" "Charm." "You have no charm." "I have a magic trick." Bill produced a limp foam rabbit from his sleeve, which immediately fell in a puddle. "We go in through the garage," Molly said, ignoring him. "You carry the sack, I carry the—" "The sack's suspicious. Nobody brings a sack to a party." "It's a pinata." Bill blinked. "That's actually clever." "I've had eleven days to think about it." "And the escape?" "Out the back, over the fence, into the van, gone before anyone opens a single card." Bill wiped the rabbit on his coat. "One question. Do we take the socks?" "We take everything." "Even the socks." "Especially the socks," Molly said. "Kids hate socks. It's a mercy."