My sister called last night to ask if I could hide Easter eggs for AJ this morning.

     “Isn’t that Dad’s job?” I asked her.

     “He said he doesn’t want to do it anymore,” she told me. “He’s in a mood.”

     “Maybe he won’t show up,” I said. “More green beans for me.”

     I arrived at eight. My sister met me at the door with a shopping bag full of plastic eggs- fifty eggs stuffed with candy and coin.

     Before I could even get off the stoop, Dad pulled into the driveway. He got out of the car and I could tell he was angry. “Those eggs are mine,” he said.

     My sister...

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