Loretta oh Loretta, I am not sure about how to spell your name. You may be a beautiful delicate girl, or a handsome young man. At first I misheard your name as Lolita, and I thought you are the reincarnation of this victim of pedophile. Oh Loretta, I know nothing about you. They say you are the protagonist of this famous song, but I am not sure I’ve even heard of this song before. Loretta oh Loretta, how should I imagine your face? Do you have blond curly hair, or black straight hair like me? Loretta, I don’t know about your story and I will write you one. When you were six you used to chase the butterflies on the backyard. You always find the Germans interesting: how can they name such a sweet beautiful creature with a name with so nasty a pronunciation like Schmetterling? But you are not chasing the butterflies because of their colorful wings. You are colorblind and you never tell blue from red or purple. Loretta oh Loretta I decided you are a girl. You used to chase the butterflies barefoot, and that was how you got your boy feet—size 28—said your late granny. Loretta oh Loretta you never care for others. You show all your emotions in your face and you don’t care if it’s inappropriate. You pout when you are upset and you give people a dirty look when they deliberately get in your way. Loretta oh Loretta, your mum has always told you to play coy. She says a beautiful girl like you should behave like a lady and should never laugh out loud like that girl from a blue-collar family. You always disagree. You have way more fun catching butterflies together with this girl than talking about tea and knitting with other snobbish girls. They detest caterpillars but they don’t know butterflies start from being a hideous repulsive caterpillar. When they laugh they always cover their mouth, as if it were to make them more elegant. You always told this other girl they do this because they have ugly teeth. Loretta oh Loretta you remember one time you came over to this girl’s house and you two played in a box together. She drew wavy lines on your rosy cheek with a dulled pencil. It didn't hurt but rather itched. When you came home your mum told you to look into the mirror and asked you how you think about this. As a matter of fact you didn’t find it terribly ugly but they wouldn't allow you to play with this girl again. Loretta oh Loretta, they say they have given you enough freedom and since you don’t know how to make the best of it you don’t deserve this privilege anymore. Loretta oh Loretta you never forget. You never forget the sad look of her eyes when you told her you were never to be friends with her again. Loretta oh Loretta you heard years after that this girl got pregnant when she was fifteen. You are still single and you wonder if she’s happy. Loretta oh Loretta, please do tell me, are you happy?
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