Nonfiction | July 22, 2017

We don’t know it yet, but is the last year of group sleepovers. These overnight parties will get cattier and cattier over the course of the next few months, the usual activities replaced by more adolescent ones. Freezing each other’s bras, for example, or lurid instant-messaging sessions with boys.

This essay is not currently available online.

If you are a student, faculty member, or staff member at an institution whose library subscribes to Project Muse, you can read this piece and the full archives of the Missouri Review for free. Check this list to see if your library is a Project Muse subscriber.