Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Bailey nodded. “Are you going?”
Carmen pressed her lips together. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t feel like it,” Carmen answered.
“Are you mad at your dad?” Bailey asked.
“No, I’m not.”
“Then why aren’t you going?”
“Because I don’t like his new family. They’re annoying.”
Carmen knew she sounded pouty and spoiled.
“Why don’t you like them?”
Carmen fidgeted. She switched her legs. “I don’t fit in.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m Puerto Rican. I have a big butt.” Carmen
smiled in spite of herself.
“So are you saying you don’t like them or they don’t
like you?”
Carmen cocked her head. She paused. “I guess both.”
“But what about your dad?”
“What do you mean?” Carmen asked.
“I mean, isn’t he the one who matters?” Bailey asked.
Carmen stood and waved her hands at Tibby. “Hang
on. Hang on. What kind of movie is this?” she demanded.
“It’s a documentary,” Tibby said.
“Right, but about what?” Carmen asked.
“It’s just about people. Stuff that’s important to them,”
Bailey supplied.
“Well, do you really think anybody is going to care
about me and my dad?”
Bailey shrugged. “If you do,” she said.
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