by Marilyn Duarte Brad Preece During our junior high school year, Sophia sneaks out of her apartment, and goes bowling at 3 a.m. Before the school day officially begins, we climb the concrete steps leading to the building’s entrance. We notice, but don’t mention, the ease with which the chunky snowflakes’ whirling in the air slip onto the patches of ice in front of us, and melt. At the top of the steps, we huddle in front of the wooden doors to kick off the slush from our boo