"We went to summer camp together. At Glenans, don't you remember?..."
Yeah, I remember Marie, all right. One night, she was telling some of the other kids that she'd surprised a couple of lovers kissing on the beach, and that she'd heard the sound of the girl's panties snapping.
"What did it sound like?" I asked, just to put her on the spot.
She looked me straight in the eye. She pinched her underwear through the cloth of her dress, pulled it back, and let it go.
"Like that," she answered, still looking at me.
I was eleven.
Damn right, I remember. Snap."
-p 69 & 70
by anna gavalda
"Galvalda sees through ordinary appearances to people's hidden longings."-VOGUE