Quite often I’m ignored for that sister of hers named Sophie. What a terrible girl she is, that Sophie. Always asking for ALL of the attention. How bratty. Lulu seems to enjoy Sophie’s company much, though. Lulu never had good taste, I suppose. Wearing much too much salmon and pink and blue. Doesn’t she know green is better? Green would really bring out those blue eyes of hers. Lulu would be a beautiful canvas if only she would allow an artist to start designing.
What else do I think of Lulu? Well, let me tell you. She tap dances too often. Those tap shoes make a lot of noise, y'know. Much too much. There’s quite a bit of much too much about Lulu. Like the colors of her clothing, as I pointed out earlier. Or the amount of time she spends reading. Doesn’t she know there are better things to do, like actually brushing your hair? Doesn’t she know much too many things, I suppose. But I mustn’t judge, I mustn’t judge. As my imaginary mother, who wasn’t even given a name, would say, “Judge all who are allowed to judge you.” But… she can judge me. All she’ll find is brilliance, anyhow.
So back to judging. She should probably wear makeup. I know I do. Makeup is bloody brilliant, after all. And she’s got some mental obsessions. Australia, for instance. What has she got for it? What about England? Now, there is a country to respect. Every time I try to bring up England, however, she shuts me down. She says, “Kalpita, England wasted some dreadfully wonderful land and used Australia as a prison. A prison!” And so, that conversation is now o-v-e-r over. That’s another thing about her. She is very persistent and seems to absolutely know that her opinion is right.
Oh, Lulu. What a funny girl she is. But enough about her. What about me?