Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

father, her aunt, Effie. The big, prominent nose gave
character to all who wore it. Of course, her mother had a
different nose—a Patmos nose—but even that was sufficiently
distinctive.
Lena’s nose was small, delicate, characterless. She’d
always wondered where she’d gotten it, but now she saw
it right in the middle of Bapi’s face. Did that mean that
she had the true Kaligaris nose? Since she was small she’d
secretly wished she had the big family nose. Now that
she saw where she got hers, she liked it a little better.
She made herself stop looking at Bapi. She was no
doubt making him uncomfortable. She should definitely
say something. It was probably very awkward for her to
sit here and not be saying anything.
“I’m going to make a painting this morning,” she said.
She gestured like she was painting.
He seemed to snap out of his cereal reverie. She knew
that feeling so well. He raised his eyebrows and nodded.
Whether he understood a word, she couldn’t tell.
“I was thinking I’d walk down to Ammoudi. Are there
stairs all the way down?”
Bapi considered and nodded. She could tell he wanted
to get back to his contemplation of the cereal box. Was
he tired of her? Was she annoying him?
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later. Have a good day, Bapi.
Andio.”
She walked upstairs and packed up her painting
things with the oddest feeling that she was Effie and
she’d just eaten breakfast with herself.
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