Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
Chapter One
"Can you close that suitcase?" Tibby asked Carmen.
"It's making me sick."
Carmen glanced at the structured canvas bag splayed wantonly in the
middle of her bed. Suddenly she wished she had all-new underwear.
Her best satin pair was sprouting tiny ropes of elastic from the
waistband.
"It's making me sick," Lena said. "I haven't started packing. My
flight's at seven."
Carmen flopped the top of the suitcase down on the carpeted floor.
She was working on removing navy-blue polish from her toenails.
"Lena, could you not say that word anymore?" Tibby asked, wilting a
little on the edge of Carmen's bed. "It's making me sick."
"Which word?" Bridget asked. "Packing? Flight? Seven?"
Tibby considered. "All of them."
"Oh, Tibs," Carmen said, grabbing Tibby's foot from where she sat.
"It's gonna be okay."
Tibby took her foot back. "It's gonna be okay for you. You're going
away. You're going to eat barbecue all the time and light
firecrackers and everything.
Tibby had nonsensical ideas about what people did in South Carolina,
but Carmen knew not ... read full excerpt from: Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants ebook
