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Molly spread a crayon map across the café table. “Right,” Molly said. “The birthday party starts at two. We enter at two fifteen.” “Why not two?” “Cake distribution. Maximum parental vigilance.” “And our disguises?” “You’re the magician. I’m the rabbit.” “Why am I the magician?” “Because the costume shop had one waistcoat.” “I can do magic.” “You swallowed a coin.” “And produced it later.” “Never finish that sentence again.” Bill studied the map. “Where are the presents?” “Living room. Through the hallway, past the balloon arch.” “Guarded?” “By a grandmother in a folding chair.” “Armed?” “Knitting needles.” “Retired,” Bill whispered. “Deadliest kind.” “We’ll distract her with your act. While she watches, I’ll load the presents into the rabbit hutch.” “Rabbits have hutches?” “Today, they do.” “What if a child wants to pet you?” “I’ll say I’m unionized.” “What if they ask me for a trick?” “Pull a scarf from your sleeve.” “I don’t have a scarf.” Molly slid one across the table. Bill tugged. Six more followed, then a sock. “Whose sock?” “Focus. After the party, we return the presents.” “Return them?” “Wrong address. We’re stealing them from the neighbors’ porch before the rain ruins everything.” “So we’re heroes?” “Heroes with a getaway hutch.”