Fantasy

When Fiorella's mother made her clean up her room, Fio would pretend she was a French maid wearing a frilly apron and a cute little cap. Now, when she gathers kindling in the woods, she is an ancient Indian woman whose tribe has set up camp down by the creek. And every time she drives the freeway, she decides how she will allocate the lottery money she will surely win someday.

Fio lives in fantasy, a fairer house than prose.