This is a woman who dances on her freetime. For years, her husband told her that her hands and feet were large and clumsy. She believed him for all these years, using her hands to scrub floors and spent hours standing over stoves to cook for him. Finally she just got tired of living her life for him. He never even seemed to care whether or not the floors were sparkling clean. She just felt that all her hardwork was for nothing. So she began to dance on Mondays. She would don her skirt that she sewed for this occasion and soon she found herself dancing Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday. Her husband began to eat canned soups for dinner, and didn't seem to notice that the floors were dingier these days. But he did comment that her eyes sparkled more nowdays.