His fondness for humans did not extend to girls, who were less interesting than frogs, and noisier.
C enters and stands in the doorway, listening.
Girls had no higher wish than to get old enough to wear make-up.C: "Who is saying that?"
I tell her it's a story, and that this part is about a boy.
"How old is this boy?"
"But what he's saying is his opinion. And it's fiction."
"It is fiction," I say.
"And his opinion. Because you do other things besides wear make-up."
"Lots of other things."
"Like, you make make egg salad."
Then she leaves the kitchen and I'm left making egg salad.