Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

angry. Immediately he saw from her face that she was teasing
him. “We’ll see about that.” At least he was smiling.
She drifted to the serving table, allowing herself one quick
glance at her friends’ impressed faces. “Ha,” she mouthed.
Dear Carmen,
The cabin girls have upped my odds with
Eric to 40/60. I’m being very flirtatious and
very bad. You would laugh. What’s a girl to do,
stuck a thousand miles out here in the ocean?
We went sight-seeing in the closest town,
Mulegé. That’s where Eric’s mom is from. We
saw this big mission church and a prison called
carcel sin cerraduras—prison without locks.
They let the prisoners work on farms in the
daytime and come back to their cells to
sleep at night.
Hope you’re having fun hanging with Al.
All love,
Bee
Lena had one more day with the Pants, and she had to
make them count. So far, she’d been her usual lame self:
solitary and routine-loving, carefully avoiding any path
that might lead to spontaneous human interaction. She
was, overall, a terrible first escort for the Traveling Pants.
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