my name is mary alice young. when you read this morning’s paper, you may come across an article about the unusual day i had last week. normally, there’s never anything newsworthy about my life but that all changed last thursday.
every neighborhood has a woman like alberta frome, and every woman like mrs. frome has a cat. when she traveled, mrs. frome would arrange for friends to look after her beloved pet. this time however, she was forced to ask her neighbor susan mayer. mrs. frome liked susan, but it was common knowledge on wisteria lane where susan mayer went, bad luck was sure to follow.
competition – it means different things to different people. in suburbia, it means keeping up with the joneses. on wisteria lane, that means keeping up with bree van de kamp. everyone knew bree had the nicest lawn in the neighborhood, and no one begrudged her this. no one, that is, except martha huber, whose own lawn paled in comparison.
suburbia is a battleground, an arena for all forms of domestic combat. husbands clash with wives, parents cross swords with children, but the bloodiest battles often involve women and their mother-in-law.
an odd thing happens when we die, our senses vanish; taste, touch, smell, and sound become a distant memory. but our sight, ah our sight expands, and we can suddenly see the world we’ve left behind so clearly. of course most of what is visible to the dead could also be seen by the living if they only take the time to look.
to understand maisy gibbons, you first need to know how she spent her afternoons. her mornings were spent running errands for her husband, her evenings were spent washing dishes, and helping with homework. but her afternoons – well, they were spent in the company of men. frustrated.. misunderstood.. lonely men, willing to pay money to feel a little less lonely. and maisy gibbons was willing to help them.
gabrielle was waiting for her next great idea. her first great idea came when she was 15, after her stepfather paid her a late night visit. she bought a bus ticket to new york the very next day. her next occurred five years later when she decided to seduce a famous fashion photographer. one week later, she began her career as a runway model, which soon led to her next great idea – her decision to marry carlos solis. before she knew it, she had jumped off the runway and moved to the suburbs.
there is a widely read book, that tells us everyone is a sinner. of course, not everyone who reads this book feels guilt over the bad things they do, but bree van de kamp did. in fact, bree had spent most of her life feeling guilty.
after i died, i began to surrender the parts of myself that were no longer necessary; my desires, beliefs, ambitions, doubts, every trace of my humanity was discarded. you see, i feel, when moving through eternity it helps to travel lightly. in fact, i held on to only one thing, my memory. it's astonishing to look back on the world i left behind. i remember it all – every single detail.