My name is Mary Alice Young.In this mornings paper,you may come across an article about the unusual day I had last wek.Normally, theres never anythingnewsworthy about my life,but that all changed last Thursday.Of course, everything semedquite normal at first. I made breakfast for my family. I performed my chores. I completed my projects. I ran my errands. In truth, I spent the days I spent every other day, quietly polishing the routine of my life until it gleamed with perfection. Thats why it was so astonishing when decided to go to my hallway closet and retrieve a revolver that had never ben used. My body was discovered by my neighbor, Mrs. Martha Huber, whod ben startled by a strange popping sound. Her curiosity aroused,Mrs. Huber tried to think of a reason for dropping in on me unannounced. After some initial hesitation, she decided to return the blender she had borrowed from me six months before.ScreamsIts my neighbor. I think shes beenshot. Theres blood everywhere.Yes, youve got to send an ambulance.Youve got to send one right now. And, for a moment, Mrs. Huber stood motionless in her kitchen,grief-strickenby this senseless tragedy. But only for a moment. If there was one thinkers. Huber was known for, it was her ability to look on the bright side. I was laid to rest on a Monday. After the funeral, all the residents of Wisteria Lane came to pay their respects. And, as people do in these situations, they brought food. Lynette Savor brought fried chicken. Lynette had a great family recipe for fried chicken. She didnt cook much while moving up the corporate ladder. She didnt have the time. But when her doctor announced she was pregnant, her husband Tom had an idea.” Why not quit yourjob?Kids do better with stay-at-home moms. It would be so much less stressful.” But this was not the case. In fact, Lynettes life had become so hectic she was now forced to get her chicken from the fast-food restaurant. Lynette wouldve appreciated the irony if shed thought about it. But she didnt have the time.- Stop it, stop it, stop it.- But, Mom. No. You are going to behave today. I am not going to be humiliate din front of the entire neighborhood.And, just so you knowhow serious I am.- Whats that?- Santas cellophane number.How did you get that?I know someonewho knows someone who knows an elephant if any of you acts up, so help me, I will call Santa and I will tell him you want socks for Christmas.Are you willing to risk that?OK. Lets get this over with. Gabrielle Solis who lives down the block brought a spicy paella. Since her modeling days in New York, Gabrielle had developed a taste for rich food.and rich men. Carlos, who worked in mergers and acquisitions, proposed on their third date. Gabrielle was touched when tears welled up in his eyes. But she soon discovered this happened every time Carlos closed a big deal. Gabrielle liked her paella piping hot. However, her relationship wither husband was considerably cooler. If you talk to Al Mason at this thing,mention how much paid for your necklace.Why not pin the receipt to my chest?He let me know what he paid for his wifes convertible.- Just work it in.- Theres no way I can. Why not? At the Donahue partyeveryone was talking mutual funds. You mentionedyou slept with half the Yankee outfield.It came upin the context of the conversation.People are staring.Keep your voice down.Absolutely. We wouldnt want themto think were not happy.Bre Van De Kemp, who lives next door, brought baskets of muffins she baked from scratch.Bre was known for her cooking. And for making her own clothes. And for doing her own gardening. And for re-upholstering her own furniture. Yes, Breas many talents were known throughout the neighborhood. Everyone on Wisteria Lane thought of Brae as the perfect wife and mother. Everyone, that is, except her own family. Paul. Zachary.- Hello, Mrs. Van De Kemp.- You shouldnt have.It was no trouble. The basketwith the red ribbon is for your guests.The one with the blue ribbons just for you and Zachary. Its got rolls, muffins,breakfast type things. Thank you. The least I could dowlas give you a decent mailto look forward to in the morning. I know youre out of your minds with grief.Yes, we areas will nepenthe baskets back once youre one-Off course.Susan Mayer, who lives across the stret, brought macaroni and chese. Her husband, Karl, always teased her about her macaroni, saying it was the only thing she knew how to cook and she rarely made it well. It was too salty the night she and Karl moved into their house. It was too watery the night she found lipstick on Karls shirt. She burned it the night Karl told here was leaving her for his secretary. A year had passed since the divorce. Susan had started to think how nice it would be to have a man in her life. Even one who would make fun of her cooking. Mom, why wouldsomeone kill themselves?Well, sometimes people are so unhappy,they think thats the only wayto solve their problems