I loved my brothers.

But the events that led up to my death were all their faults.

I don' think I could forgive 'em.

Ever.

My name is Lulabell Tremor. A woman named Sicilly Marx killed me. Sicilly Marx was my brothers' plaything. She loved them, and they loved her. But they forgot about their dear old sister, and chose the female over their family. I do not blame Sicilly though, oh no. I loved her too. She was beautiful, nice, and smart to boot, but Darwin, Lester, and Jeeves let me die, because Sicilly was dying too.

I guess I should start from the beginnin', before we had even met Sissy (our pet name for Sicilly, even though we all kinda had our own). I was the oldest. Then Darwin, Lester, and Jeeves. I was full sister to Darwin, but only half sister to the other two. Ma left Daddy when I was 6, Darwin was 3. Then she met the other two guys and out came Jeeves an' Lester. Growing up with these guys turned me hard. I was hardly ever into those girly things. We played with bugs and dirt, though I could tell Ma didn' approve.

Anyway...they never really looked up to me, more like looked down, but I was always there for them; drivin' the getaway car, helpin' with recovery, fixing the weapons, anythin' really. It didn't bug me too much. It was just their way of thinkin', and mine too, I guess.