Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

“Kostos has alvays been such a good boy, such a nice
boy, but how do you ever know?” she mused.
Lena felt heartsick. Grandma loved Kostos. He was a
bit of a creep, but he was obviously a huge source of
pleasure in Grandma’s life.
“Grandma,” Lena broke in. “Maybe Kostos, maybe he—”
“Vhen you tink about the tings he’s been trough, you
vould tink he’d have troubles,” Grandma went on, undeterred.
“But I never saw them before.”
“What kind of troubles?” Effie wanted to know.
“Grandma, maybe it didn’t happen exactly like you
thought it did,” Lena tried out timidly, talking at the same
time as Effie.
Grandma looked at the two of them wearily. “I don’t
vant to talk about it,” she said.
As soon as an acceptable amount of food had been
consumed, Effie and Lena quickly scrubbed their plates
and then fled.
“What happened?” Effie demanded, less than a foot
out of the house.
“Uhhhhh,” Lena groaned.
“God, what is up with everybody?” Effie pressed.
Lena felt weary herself. “Listen, Ef, don’t shout or
scream or criticize until the end. Promise?”
Effie agreed. She mostly kept the promise until Lena
got to the part about the fistfight, and then she couldn’t
contain herself anymore.
“No way! You are not serious! Bapi? Oh, my God.”
Lena nodded.
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