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Molly flattened the birthday invitation against the hood of the getaway minivan. A smiling dinosaur announced that Oliver was turning six and that his parents had hired a magician. This complicated matters. “The clown entrance is our best bet,” Molly said. Bill studied the map she had drawn in crayon. The house resembled a potato wearing a chimney. The X marking the presents was either in the living room or somewhere beneath Belgium. “Unless the clown is already inside,” Bill said. A shriek erupted from the garden, followed by the unmistakable pop of a balloon. Bill flinched. He had survived three prison riots, but children possessed a frightening disregard for personal space. “Then we improvise with balloons and regret,” Molly said. She opened the boot to reveal their disguises: two enormous rabbit costumes and a sack labeled CHARITY. Bill picked up a furry head. One eye had fallen off, giving the rabbit the expression of a witness reconsidering everything. Across the street, Oliver appeared at the window, wearing a paper crown. He waved. Molly waved back before remembering that criminal masterminds probably did not do that. Oliver held up a sign: NICE TRY, GRANDMA. Bill slowly lowered the rabbit head.