In the name of vanity, Lu gets blisters on her foot.
She puts on her prettiest pairof black sequined shoes and traipses about a kilometer to the ice-cream shop.
There is nary a complaint. Until I see her feet and yell: Oooh you have blisters!
She has no idea what I am going on about, but the sight of three watery bubbles on her foot and some raw skin on the other is upsetting.
She gets even more upset when KK takes one look at her feet and proclaims that he has to burst the bubbles.
“I have had many many blisters in my time, Lulu. Trust me. Once I prick it so the water comes out, you will feel much better.”
She does, I think.