Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Bapi, the legendary businessman of the Kaligaris family, I pictured
as being at least six feet two. He’s not. He’s teeny. Maybe my
height. He wears thick brown double-knit trousers even though it’s
over a million degrees here, and a white shirt with a zipper at the
collar. His shoes are cream-colored vinyl. He’s sort of moldy and
speckled in that old-man way. He’s very shy.
I feel like I should just love them right away. But how do you
do that? You can’t make yourself love someone, can you?
I’m taking good care of the Pants. And I miss you. I know you
won’t judge me harshly for being a brat, ’cause you always think
better of me than I deserve.
Love you lots.
Lena
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