Who is Killiope Qweepie?

Moment Four: Sinister

The glass door supporting Driew swung open. He collapsed onto the spongy rain-soaked doormat just inside the doorway. His body lodged the door open, leaving him both inside and out. Raindrops gathering on his lenses distorted an attractive teenage figure standing over him, wearing a sinister smile. Killiope released her grasp on the door.

“Where have you been, little bother?” she asked, wiping her wet face. “I’ve been waiting in the rain while you’re here, hanging out. Oh dear, what have you done?” Straddling him, she dropped onto Driew’s body. She pinned his arms with her sharp knees. “Your glasses are wet. Let’s clean those.” She licked her thumbs then smeared them across his lenses like boney windshield wipers. “Get up, you little bother. Let’s go!” she said, leaving little room for Driew to stand.

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Killiope’s Eviction Letter

Moment Four: Sinister

Driew looked at Gulia, then Killiope, then back to Gulia. He slid toward Gulia and watched Killiope storm out the stairwell door. Confident with Gulia by his side, Driew decided now was the time to publicly post Killiope’s eviction letter.

He burst through the door, sobbing. “Sissy, come back! Sissy, come back! I promise to kiss you goodbye on the lips this time! Don’t leave mad! I love you!”

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Normal Qweepie Family

Moment Six: Festival

“So what was your father like? Do your parents split custody like normal divorces?” asked Driew, admiring his shiny gift.

“Mate, just because you have a bloody normal family doesn’t mean the rest of us need one! He was a Royal military jerk to my mom. Who are you to judge normal? Even crazies believe in their own normal,” said Gulia, shifting to the next game.

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Who is Gulia Brown?

Moment Two: Perspective

“Oh, I understand! There are some real haters in this town. I’m Gulia. Spelled with a G instead of J. Kids call me Goo-lia, Gruelia, Moolia, and a list of bloody hurtful and ignorant combinations,” said Gulia. “What’s yer name, mate?”

“You’re a girl!”

“Too right, mate! Don’t I stand out like a shag on a rock?”

“What’s with your pirate talk, mate? Does everyone here talk like you or is it Talk Like a Pirate Day?” asked Driew.

“I adopted words when visiting Australian relatives,” said Gulia.

I need an Australian dictionary to understand her, Driew thought. “That makes sense. My name is Driew; also misspelled, with an ‘I’ after the ‘R.’ My bothers tease that an odd baby needed an odd name,” said Driew, with a crooked grin.

OUTBACK: Bothers & Sinisters by M. W. Adams