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.
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