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“Tonight,” Molly said, “we become legends.” Bill peered over the garden fence. “The kind of legends who steal presents from children?” “The kind who steal presents from children and then feel complicated about it.” “That’s not a legend. That’s a lengthy apology.” Behind the fence, a banner announced HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEO! Through the windows came the thump of music and the bright, shrieking laughter of a dozen small people. Molly adjusted her black hat. “We go in, collect every present, and leave before anyone notices.” “How do we collect every present?” “Quickly.” “And leave?” “Also quickly.” “Excellent. I’ll add that to my notes under ‘details.’” “You brought notes?” “I brought a shopping list. I crossed off milk and wrote ‘moral flexibility.’” Molly sighed. “Bill, we’ve discussed this. We need the money.” “We need money for rent. The children need presents for being children. I’m not sure whose need wins, but I suspect the children have a stronger case.” “Don’t get sentimental. It ruins your face.” “My face is already ruined. I ate an expired yogurt to save money.” They watched a small boy march past the window wearing a cardboard crown. He was carrying a plush dinosaur nearly as large as himself. Bill lowered his voice. “That one looks happy.” “He’s probably the birthday boy.” “Then he’s got a lot to lose. A crown, a dinosaur, possibly a future in local government.” “We can’t steal his future. We’re stealing the gifts.” “Those are often related.” Molly folded her arms. “Do you have a better plan?” “Yes. We go in, say we’re the surprise entertainers, and perform a show. Then we leave without taking anything.” “That’s not a heist.” “It’s a heist where we steal snacks.” “Bill, no one hires two strangers in black coats to entertain children.” “Correct. We’ll have to be convincing.” “You can’t juggle.” “I can juggle three objects.” “Last week you dropped two eggs and a shoe.” “The shoe was unexpected.” A woman opened the back door and called, “Are you the party helpers?” Molly and Bill froze. Bill whispered, “This is our moment.” “Our moment to run?” “Our moment to say yes.” Molly stared at him. “You want to perform?” “I want to avoid being the villains in a story told by a child with excellent memory.” The woman waved them over. “The magician’s late!” Molly glanced at Bill. “You’re the magician.” “I’m the what?” “Your notes say moral flexibility.” “That doesn’t mean I own a cape.” “It means you’re flexible. Go.” Inside, the children gathered around as Bill produced a coin from behind one boy’s ear. The boy gasped. Molly clapped as if the coin had been a tiger. “Now,” Bill announced, “for my greatest trick: I will make this birthday cake disappear.” “No!” shouted the children. “Fair,” he said. “I’ll make the vegetables disappear.” Molly leaned toward him. “We’re not stealing the presents?” “Not tonight.” “Because of the children?” “Because the cake is enormous, and I’ve just discovered my true calling.” “Magician?” “Unpaid cake consultant.” Molly looked at the pile of gifts, then at the children’s shining faces. “Fine. But I’m taking two slices.” “Thief.” “Consultant,” she said, and reached for a plate.