Pushing a few chunks of potato around with her spoon, Mabelle took a bite and chewed as slowly as possible to give her more time to consider the question. Of course Mabelle used to (and still had) hopes and dreams, but lately thinking about all the things she knew realistically she'd never be able to do was more depressing than motivating. Her wants were hardly a consideration anymore. What could she do? And that was what she could never figure out.