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Cassie walked deep into her front yard and then turned to look at her front porch. Cornstalks flanked the dark red front door, intertwined with artificial autumn leaves garland. On each side of the first step, she had placed a black urn filled with red fountain grass, a purple decorative cabbage, salmon colored verbena, bright asters and sweet potato vine. On the next step down were clusters of orange and white pumpkins, sprinkled with colorful chords of the season. Her eye for detail caused her to move one of the urns back approximately one inch. “You’re the only one I know who would think those urns weren’t perfectly spaced,” Becky called as she crossed the street to Cassie’s yard. “You really do make the rest of us feel just a little inadequate.” “What? Don’t you dare say that, my friend. We’ve been neighbors for far too long for you to feel that way. Besides, look at all of those ghosts hanging in your maple tree and the tombstones you put in your front yard. You know the kids in the neighborhood love your display the best. Now that my kids are gone, I’m no longer one of the “fun” houses.” Becky sighed. “Isn’t it funny how you and I are always the ones working in our yards while our husbands are off doing other things?” Cassie nodded sadly. “It’s been that way for years. Every spring we’re cleaning up and laying down new mulch. Every fall we’re raking leaves and decorating for the season. Is Dave off on his cycle?” “Yeah, I suppose Mark is playing golf.” “Nothing ever ...

... changes. I’ll probably see you shoveling snow this winter, too.” ***** Sometimes she wanted to scream. Cassie sat at her desk each day, smiling at co-workers, exchanging mindless pleasantries and doing what she considered to be a good job for her boss. She loved her job because it was demanding, fast-paced and never boring. The people she worked with were great, and they worked as a cohesive team, but they were clueless about her, just like her family. Their kids were grown and off leading their own lives. She realized that a lot of couples go through that period when the wife is always “too tired”. She had let herself go and placed her children’s lives first, as most parents do. The marriage began unraveling and now Cassie and Mark were two people sharing a house. Not a bedroom; just a house. House mates with their own interests, wants, and needs. By the time Cassie began to develop a renewed interest in a physical relationship, she was no longer attracted to Mark. Neither of them were the people they were when they first fell in love. Mark had his own physical issues, and Viagra is not a cure if you don’t also seek to improve your health. There was a lot of passive tension in the home now. Right before Cassie turned fifty, she decided work on self-improvement. She began eating healthier, went for walks each evening and started looking at things with different eyes. She was the same person she always was, with the same amount of energy and enthusiasm for life. But now the trees ...