Holidays build memories, and as Fiorella stuffs her face with chocolate, she thinks about the year she and her little brother found sugar eggs in their baskets--hollowed-out sugar eggs with Easter scenes inside of them. Eggs that were for enchanting rather than eating. The eggs appeared in our baskets for years afterwards, the sugar browning around the edges and the paper cut-outs wilting with age. Then one summer the ants got to the storage room and the eggs were goners.
When her own children's first Easters came around, Fio looked for hollowed-out sugar eggs with scenes in them, but to no avail.
The magic only works once.