Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Tibby had never really considered that. She shrugged.
“I don’t know. I think she’s pretty happy with it. I don’t
think she longs for the wild or anything.”
Bailey settled into a chair with Mimi. “Have you
decided who’s going to be your first interview?” she asked.
Tibby was about to say no. She stopped herself.
“Probably Duncan, this freak at Wallman’s,” she answered.
“How’s he a freak?” Bailey asked.
“God, he’s just . . . he just speaks this other language.
Assistant General Manager language. He thinks he’s so
important. It’s fairly hilarious.”
“Oh.” Bailey scratched Mimi’s stomach.
“Then there’s this lady with unbelievable fingernails,”
Tibby continued. “And I think Brianna deserves a little
airtime with her antigravitational hairdo. And there’s this
girl who works at the Pavillion I’d love to interview. She
can recite whole scenes from movies, but only really
dumb ones.”
Bailey fidgeted in her chair. “I always wanted to make
a documentary,” she said wistfully.
Tibby had a feeling she was about to play the
leukemia card. “Why don’t you make one?”
“I don’t have a camera. I don’t know how. I really
wish you’d let me help you.”
Tibby sighed. “You’re trying to make me feel guilty
because you have leukemia, aren’t you?”
Bailey snorted. “Yeah. Pretty much.” She held Mimi
close. “Hey, was that your little sister down there?”
Tibby nodded.
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