Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Bailey studied her for a minute. “You worry about
Bridget, I think.”
Tibby was thoughtful. “Maybe I do,” she considered
slowly. “Maybe we all do a little.”
“Because of her mom?”
“Yeah. A lot because of that.”
“Was her mom sick?” Bailey pressed.
“Not sick . . . physically, exactly,” Tibby said carefully.
“She had . . . bad depression.”
“Oh,” Bailey said. She was willing to let the subject
end there. She seemed to guess the rest.
“So . . . anything happen to you yet in the Pants?”
Bailey asked.
“I spilled a Sprite, and Duncan accused me of receipt
withholding.”
Bailey smiled. “What’s that?”
“I forgot to give a customer her receipt.”
“Oh,” Bailey said. “Bad.”
“Hey, are you ready to head over to the Pavillion?”
Tibby asked.
“Yeah. I brought the stuff. I charged all the batteries.”
Bailey had started hanging out in Tibby’s room, working
on the movie while Tibby was at work. Tibby had
taught Bailey the basics of editing and laying in the
sound track on her iMac. Loretta always let Bailey in. It
was kind of weird, but Tibby didn’t mind anymore.
At the Pavillion, Margaret was still working the box
office, so they had to wait. As soon as they walked into
the lobby of the theater, Tibby spotted Tucker. She
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