Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

about the thing they thought had happened, and explain
that what they thought had happened hadn’t really happened,
so I didn’t do it even though I meant to and I know
I should have.” She suddenly wished she were in a soap
opera, and that somebody would slap her across the face
the way they did to people who blathered and raved on
daytime TV.
She was now fairly sure she saw the hint of a smile on
Kostos’s face. That wasn’t a good sign, was it?
With the back of her hand she wiped the sweat from
her upper lip. She looked down at the Pants, and remembering
that they were the Pants, she tried to imagine she
was Bridget.
“What I’m really trying to say is that I . . . that I made a
huge mistake and that whole crazy fight between our grandfathers
was all my fault and I should never have accused
you of spying on me, because I know now that you weren’t.”
There, that was better. Oh. But she’d forgotten something.
“And I’m sorry,” she burst out. “I’m very, very sorry.”
He gave her another moment to make sure she was finished.
“I accept your apology,” he said with a little bow of
his head. His manners did the grandmothers in Oia proud.
Lena let out a long breath. Thank the Lord the apology
part was done. She could just pack it up and get back
home with some small sliver of her pride intact. It was
awfully tempting. God, it was tempting.
“There’s something else,” she told him. She was both
appalled and impressed that the words actually came out
of her mouth.
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