When she turned forty, she blew out the candles on her cake and told her husband that she was moving into the guest room. As far as she was concerned, reaching this milestone in life entitled her to a break from wifely duties, or at least that particular one, which she had never enjoyed, despite his heartfelt efforts. She had already moved her things and was planning to buy new sheets. She took the icing-smeared candles from the cake, placing them beside her slice of cake with satisfaction. It wasn't necessary to make a wish that year.