She is already sitting in the restaurant when her cell phone rings. It is the wife, letting her know she won't be needed, that the husband has been called in to an emergency meeting, that their plans for the evening have been cancelled, very sorry to be so last minute, hope that it isn't an inconvenience, an edge of distress and doubt barely detectable in the otherwise professional businesslike tones.

Feeling very sophisticated she makes consoling noises, assures the wife that she is always happy to watch their kids, will gladly reschedule, and then feeling equally naughty, adds that she is sure the husband is just as distraught at having missed their anniversary as she reaches across the table, takes his hand, guides it to her mouth, and licks his palm.