Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Hours after the fight, Lena sat between the two surly
old men in a clinic in Fira. Her grandmother had
gone for coffee and snacks, but Lena suspected she could
no longer tolerate the scowling and moaning. Clearly disturbed,
Kostos had quickly returned to the forge. He
didn’t even look at Lena.
Bapi needed four stitches along his cheekbone, and
though Bapi Dounas complained bitterly of a broken
nose—it had bled a lot—he didn’t actually have one. As
Lena waited under the fluorescent lights without even the
comfort of a People magazine, she noticed a speck of blood
drying on the Pants. “I’m sorry,” she quietly told them. She
went to the bathroom and tried to dab at the speck with
some wet toilet paper. For a moment she felt guilty,
remembering the washing rule, but who wanted the blood
of a cranky old Greek man on their magic pants for the
rest of eternity?
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her hair