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"So we're clear," Molly said. "You're the clown." "Why am I the clown?" "Because you have the face for it." "That's not a compliment." "It's not an insult either. Balloon animals, Bill. Can you make a balloon animal?" "I can make a balloon." "That's not an animal." "It's a snake." "Fine. You do snakes. I'll be the aunt nobody remembers inviting." "There's always one." "There's always three. That's why it works." Molly tapped the crayon map. "Gift table's here, by the piñata. Twenty-two kids, sugar-blind by two o'clock." "And the parents?" "Wine." "All of them?" "It's a seven-year-old's birthday, Bill. They'll be at the wine like gulls at a chip." "I don't like it. Stealing from children." "You robbed a hospice." "That was a misunderstanding. I thought it was a hospital." "How is that better?" "Hospitals have insurance." Bill folded his arms. "What if a kid cries?" "Then you make a snake." "And if that doesn't work?" "Make two snakes." "Molly." "They're presents, Bill. Nobody remembers what they got when they were seven. We're doing them a favour. Building character." "You're a monster." "I'm a redistributor." She stood, straightening her cardigan. "Now put the nose on. We've got a party to attend."