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“So is she,” he murmured

“Good answer, son,” George said with a nod that made him feel like he’d won a million-dollar prize The hardest part was done Now the real planning began

It was a tradition that he and Petunia spent the evening of his birthday and hers together That usuallyup for at least a quick drink or a bite to eat This time, however, it was different He took his dad’s advice and ether, with a scavenger hunt everyone had pitched in on, unbeknownst to her

“Happy birthday, Mas”

“Happy al of coffee “You have about tendifferent this year”

“Wait” She cupped the iving so to you”

“No, we agreed it’s our days, and this will be fun for both of us Trust er hunt”

Her eyes twinkled “You didn’t”

“I did Now get dressed and join me for our first clue and our customary Buskens breakfasts”

“A cheese cup?”

“Do I ever disappoint you?”

“No” She beahed

“Wait, what should I wear?”

“Someone who shall remain nameless picked out your outfit for the day It’s in the box on the table” He gestured toward the bright yellow package sitting with roses on the iron table where they often drank their coffee

“You really went all out, didn’t you?”