It was late in the day and Nancy Drew Nickerson kicked off her shoes in her soft-walled office.  She looked down and saw the duct tape stuck to the bottom of her cracked heel. She thought about leaving it but then peeled it off and tossed it into the recycle bin.  Nancy was tired. It seems her entire life was spent doing things she really wasn't so keen on doing. Right now that was leaving work and going home to make dinner. Nancy hated cooking.  Women who have five children and a husband should not hate cooking.  She sighed.  What organic mish-mash could she chop up tonight and turn in to a sauce to ladle over pasta du jour? It is really too bad the kids were burned out on Ramen Noodles. Damn teenage babysitting sons feeding the younger siblings those for lunch each and every day. She allowed herself to briefly fantasize about what she would do IF THINGS WERE DIFFERENT.  Nancy would go home to a sunshine sparkling home, smelling of vanilla, Clorox, and curry in the "rich" neighborhood.  She would also be driving anything other than the shark bitten mini-van. Her children would be clean and subdued upon arrival, quietly coloring in bible pages whilst sharing one pack of 24 non-broken crayons.  Ned would be installing a crystal chandelier for her above her hot tub in her private bath. The children would kiss her and go back to their quiet work.  The puppy would bang his tail against the cage door in welcome and then settle down for a long three hour nap.  Nancy would change her clothes, read the mail which included actual letters from real friends, and then sit down and read her latest mystery.  She would get up two hours later when Alice declared dinner ready.  She would affix her tiara and glide down the spiral staircase where Ned would grab her and give her a passionate kiss. Then she would go workout while Alice fed the children. Once the children had the kitchen cleaned and were bathed and  were softly settled in their beds for the evening, she would walk in, perform a bedtime story, and then go off to her marital boudoir where the two love birds could catch up on the day. Sigh. Nancy remembered she broke the electrical cord auto-rewind button off the new vacuum cleaner last night when she banged it into the painted 1970s stair railing.  She grabbed the duct tape piece from her recycle bin.  It ought to work perfect for the repair job.  She never thought to look on her feet when she spent 20 minutes looking for the duct tape last night!  And with that she shoved the wadded up tape into her bra, control-alt-deleted her computer to lock it, and danced off to the shark bitten van in the far end of the hot parking lot. A surge of optimism filled her body and soul This girl had got to go-she had work to do!