She smoothed down her dress, and picked up the two-tiered chocolate birthday cake she’d made for her twins.
This time was different. This time the twins and their pals would eat their cake. They would not laugh.
This time she wasn’t going to trip over the step leading into the garden where all family parties were held and land head first in a gooey, splattered cake.
The step was long gone. She’d re-married the builder who’d removed it.