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The doorbell rings.
“What’s that?” I ask.
As far as I’m aware, all the children invited to the party are here, and we aren’t expecting any guests or deliveries.
“You remember that house I worked on,” he says. “The one up by the bridge with the big red roof and the willow tree out front?”
“Yeah?’’ I say, not entirely sure where he’s going with this.
“Well, the people that live there are in the entertainment industry. When you said the magician wasn’t going to show up, I thought I’d give them a call and see if they could help us out.”
“You found a magician?” My eyes get all damp. Even after all these years, I love how kind and caring my big, strong husband is.
“Not quite.” He goes to the door. Opens it. I look out at a front-yard full of farm animals and clowns and circus performers. It’s going to be the best birthday party this town has ever seen. “But I think this will do.”
I walk up to him and hook my arm through his. Rest my head on his shoulder. “It’ll do,” I say, looking up into his eyes. “It’ll do just fine.”
