“What was he even doing?” I asked. “What was that about?” Nevaeh dropped her voice to a whisper. “He was checking to see if I’m wearing a bra.” I said, “Why the snow would you wear a bra? You’re nine.” “Shh!” she said. “Stop shouting!” “I’m not,” I said, though I took it down a notch. “Why would anyone care whether you wear a bra?” “He and his brother Daniel used to go around snapping girls’ bra straps,” Luisa explained.
