"I have a gift for all of you," Bridget announced as the got into the car. Finally, they were all together. She threw them all a decorated envelope, "You'll find out what that key goes to later. But first, I was wondering. What does Gilda's look like with people in it? Can we go see?"

"You're behind the wheel," Tibby replied, still jetlagged.

They arrived at Gilda's and Bee rushed out of the car. A man was at the front desk. Not Gilda.

"Where's Gilda?" Bee asked the man.

"I'm sorry to tell you this boss, but she died in her sleep last night," the man replied, "We tried to call you."

"I was out with friends," Bee said sadly.

"But the papers are all drawn out. Here is the card of the realtor she was dealing with. Once you sign the papers this place is all yours."

"Who are you?"

"I'm her son Brandon."

"Shouldn't you be doing something to make her arrangements or something?"

"I needed to be here. My older siblings are working with the arrangements. The service is going to be Friday at noon at Ivy Cemetary. I know she'd like you to come."

"I will be there. You go home and be with your family. Its almost time to close anyway. I'll close up," then she hugged him. She didn't even know him, but she hugged him.

"Thanks," he left.

"What was that about?" asked Carmen.

"Why did he just leave you here?" added Lena.

"and why did he call you boss?"

"I will own Gilda's in a matter of days," Bee replied. "I talked to her yesterday before I called Carmen. All I have to do is put my money down, and then sign a paper. Try those keys in the lock. You'll find that they fit. We don't have to break in anymore. I saw the for sale sign, and I just had to act."

The three other girls all began to cry happily.

"So," Bee began, "Want to start listing the things we need to fix?"

"I don't even know where to start," Lena replied, still in awe.

"We could paint," suggested Tibby.

"Just put all white on the walls. Give it a really clean look?" suggested Carmen.

"and red would be great on the outside," commented Bee, "You guys pick it out. I'm going to stay here."

"Cool!" Lena exclaimed, "If we work hard, we can have the interior done by the end of tomorrow."

Bee smiled as her friends charged on to go buy paint. She took a seat behind the desk. It was a quarter til nine o'clock. She found a schedule on the desk that said the next class started at seven. The instructor came in.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Who are you?" Bee retorted.

"Where is Gilda?" the instructor asked.

"I.. um... she died in her sleep last night. Not before she sold the place to me. Who are you?"

"I'm the instructor of the next class. You know, the maternity aerobics? I'm April."

"You're April?" Bee gasped.

"Yeah. I've been working here twenty five years. Since I got out of college. This is my last year. I'm retiring in September when the term of my class ends."

"Its nice to meet you. I'm Bridget you can call you Bee."

"You look familiar. Why would someone so young buy an aerobics studio?"

"I am one of the babies who were in the womb twenty-one years ago. My mom took your class. I'm the daughter of one of the Septembers."

"Oh," April drew out the word, "You're Bridget Vreeland. I've followed your pro career. Soccer is my guilty pleasure. I just wasn't good enough to go pro myself. So now I'm here. Wait a minute! I know who you really are! I mean to me, you're one of Marly's twins."

"Yeah," Bee blushed a little, "You'll be meeting the September offspring after your class."

"Wow. You guys are still friends? What about your parents?"

"Not really. They drifted apart."

"How are they all?"

"Um, my mom died a while ago."

"Well I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thanks."

"I've got to get to class. I hope you can breath some life into the place. It was good to finally meet you."

"You too."