Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

miles to the cemetery, frozen Mimi swinging under her
wrist.
The ground over Bailey’s coffin was still soft. Tibby
pushed aside the carpet of grass and dug into the soil
with both hands. She kissed the paper bag and planted
Mimi in the hole. Then she covered her over and put the
grass back in place. She sat down on the grass over the
two of them. She saw how pretty the moon looked,
falling low on the horizon. A big part of her wanted to
just stay here with them. She wanted to curl up into the
smallest, simplest possible existence and let the world
rush along without her.
She lay down. She curled up. And then she changed
her mind.
She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to
make her life big. As big as she could. She promised
Bailey she would keep playing.
Lena’s sense of time and space was hopelessly scrambled
by the time she arrived in Mulege. She had to hire a
second cab to take her to the camp. The sun had set, but
the air was still hot and thick. She was thousands of miles
from Oia, but she breathed the same air.
Lena knew Bridget was scheduled to leave tomorrow,
and she needed to be there in time to help get her
home—whatever that would entail. She found her way to
the administrative office, and from there got directions to
Bridget’s cabin.
Entering the dimly lit cabin, her eyes immediately
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