Sun Mote Copse But if I can make it to the street

Nellie, thankfully, seemed to take things better than Bronco, and Niamh was relieved that she could at least talk about it. It was the sort of physical-emotional stuff that females seemed more inclined to discuss anyway- the same way Towhee had felt comfortable telling Niamh about her banging-spree earlier on in the year. Girls could talk about those things. And while she knew it was important to make sure boys did too- Bronco hadn't wanted the conversation, hadn't wanted to stay for it, and certainly hadn't wanted to hear everything Niamh had had to say and had peeled off immediately afterward. He spent a lot of time with Sugar, so at least he was hanging around with girls and learning how to respect them on his own. 

"It...Just don't think about the body parts too much," She said. "It's not about that. You'll get it when you're older," She said, though apparently, it seemed as though someone had piqued Nellie's interest already. "When you're much older," Niamh reiterated, as half of a warning to Nellie, not to grow up too fast. "But if there's a possible someone in your life..." She contemplated telling her daughter that it'd be best to just tell her, or she'd find out on her own. But she'd rather have her daughter feel open, not threatened, into talking to her. "Is he nice to you?"