The damn fan in the bunny head had stopped working hours before, and Willow’s ass was hurting from the hard plastic seat. Adding insult to her twin injuries of overheating and sore backside was the seemingly endless line of children waiting to get their picture taken while sitting on her lap.
On the Easter Bunny’s lap.
Greg, Willow’s husband, ran a photography and events company that made big bucks during holidays like Easter and Christmas. Not big enough bucks to pay people well enough to want to sit in a sweltering furry costume for hours on end while kids fidgeted around on their knees. This was evidenced by the fact that neither of the other two “Easter Bunnies” had reported for work today, the day before Easter and the biggest Easter Bunny day at the Town Centre Mall.
Bunnies were
