Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Bailey looked at the clock. “You have to go. Your shift
is starting in thirteen minutes.”
“What?” Tibby was genuinely confused.
“Wallman’s.”
Tibby brushed it aside with her hand. “It doesn’t
matter.”
Bailey looked serious. “It does too matter. It’s your
job. Duncan counts on you, you know. Go.”
Tibby looked at her in disbelief. “You really want me
to go?”
“Yes.” She softened a little. “I want you to come back,
though.”
“I will,” Tibby said.
When she got to the lobby, Carmen was sitting there.
She got up when she saw Tibby and hugged her. Tibby
hugged back.
“I have to go to work,” Tibby said numbly.
Carmen nodded. “I’ll walk you.”
“I have my bike.”
“So I’ll walk you and your bike,” Carmen said.
“Oh, wait.” Carmen stopped just inside the automatic
doors. “I need the Pants.”
“Right now?”
“I think so,” Carmen said.
“I’m kind of wearing them,” Tibby pointed out.
Carmen took her arm and pulled her into the bathroom.
She took off her baby-blue flares and offered them
to Tibby.
It was further proof of the magic of the Pants, how
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