Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

“Here.” Eve rolled her eyes. There was only one package
on the shelf. She handed it over.
Bridget tore it apart right there. It was! It was the
Pants. They were beautiful. She had missed them. They
were already a little dirty, especially on the seat—somebody
had been sitting on the ground in them. The thought made
her laugh and ache for her friends at the same time. It really
was like having a bit of Lena and Carmen and Tibby here.
Although Carmen wouldn’t be caught dead with mud stains
on her butt. That had to have been Lena or Tibby. Bridget
pulled the Pants on right over her white nylon shorts.
There was a letter too. She stuffed it in her pocket for
later.
“Are these gorgeous pants or what?” she asked Eve,
because sour Eve was the only one around.
Eve just looked at her.
Bridget ran back to the cabin for her cleats and her
green jersey. Today was the first round of the Coyote
Cup championship. The Tacos were playing team five,
the Sand Fleas. “Diana! Check these out!” Bridget commanded,
wagging her butt in Diana’s face.
“Are those the Traveling Pants?” Diana asked.
“Yeah! What do you think?”
Diana looked her over. “Well, they’re jeans, pretty
much. They fit you great, though.”
Bridget beamed. She put on her cleats in a hurry and
ran out to the field.
“Bridget, what are you thinking?” Molly demanded
the minute she saw her.
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