Turning 32 looked and felt pretty much how Vickie expected it would. After last year’s bust, she decided not to bring it up. Apparently, so did everyone else. It was easy enough to skip the middle man and stop by Gronowski’s for a half-dozen cupcakes and a bottle of Torrantés on her way home. “Make a wish,” she muttered to herself as she blew out the little pink candle she had wedged into the frosting. She was getting a little old for wishes, but made one anyway. She mumbled, “I wish I had bought the whole dozen,” and swallowed the cupcake down in three bites. She poured another glass of wine and ran hot water into the bath. “Happy Birthday to me,” she sang as she peeled the wrapper off another cupcake and soaked in the tub filled with bubbles.