She can outstare anyone, and I am almost as good. We're impervious, we scintillate, we are thirteen. We wear long wool coats with tie belts, the collars turned up to look like those of movie stars, and rubber boots with the tops folded down and men's work socks inside. In our pockets are stuffed the kerchiefs our mothers make us wear but that we take off as soon as we're out of their sight. We scorn head coverings. Our mouths are tough, crayon-red, shiny as nails. We think we are friends.
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The quote captures the essence of youthful defiance and camaraderie among two girls, highlighting their unyielding spirit and sense of individuality. They exhibit a bold attitude, showcased through their fashion choices, wearing wool coats and rubber boots, which contrast with the expectations set by their mothers. Their rebellious nature is evident in their rejection of societal norms, such as refusing to wear kerchiefs and scornfully dismissing head coverings.
Additionally, there is a sense of confidence and pride in their friendship, as they believe they can match anyone in their unflinching gaze, demonstrating their inner strength. Their vibrant descriptions, such as "crayon-red" mouths, accentuate their youthful exuberance and a desire to stand out. Overall, the passage conveys themes of independence, youthful defiance, and the complexity of childhood friendships.
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