Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

EPILOGUE
Tradition called for our annual late-night celebration
at Gilda’s to fall on the middle day between birthdays—nine
days after Lena’s and nine days before mine,
two days after Bridget’s and two days before Tibby’s. I
always find comfort in numbers. I always interpret coincidences
as little clues to our destiny. So today it felt like
God Himself practically wrote it into my Day Runner. The
celebration this year happened to fall the night before
school started again, which was significant too, if not in a
happy way.
Like salmon swimming back to the tiny tributary
where they were spawned, we returned to Gilda’s as the
honorary birthplace of the Septembers and now of the
Sisterhood.
As usual, Tibby and Bee collaborated on the birthday
cake, and Lena and I created the mood with decorations
and music. Bee always got to do the breaking and entering.
Usually by this time in the summer, we were as worn