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Molly studied the invitation beneath the bakery awning. “Three o’clock. Princess costumes encouraged.” Bill adjusted his cardboard crown. “I still think dressing as a magician would explain the empty boxes.” “You said you couldn’t do tricks.” “I can make a sandwich disappear.” Rain stippled the invitation. The birthday girl’s smiling photograph made Molly feel like a villain, which, professionally speaking, she was. “We grab the presents during the puppet show,” Molly said. “And if someone asks?” “We say we’re taking them to be wrapped.” Bill considered this. “They’re already wrapped.” “Then we’re taking them to be unwrapped.” Inside the hall, children shrieked with birthday excitement. Bill pressed his crown down while Molly surveyed a mountain of glittering packages. “Those are enormous,” he whispered. “So?” “My sack fits maybe two.” “Then take the small ones.” “What if the small ones contain socks?” A little girl appeared beside them, holding a wand. “Are you the surprise guests?” Molly and Bill exchanged a look. “Absolutely,” Molly said. “Good,” the girl replied. “We need someone to carry the presents to the hospital party next door.” Bill lifted the nearest box. “We’re volunteers now?” Molly picked up three more. “Apparently.” “And after that?” “We steal some cake.” “Finally,” Bill said, “a sensible plan.”