This is the story of the pants. The pants came to us at just the right time. When we were being seperated for the first time. We needed each other the most. That was our first summer. Now many years later by an uncanny twist of fate the Sisterhood will start again but in the least expected way.
Carmen was driving on the rainy road. Thunder was clapping and the weather was miserable. However, nothing could quench her happiness. She was finally going home. Win was coming in two weeks time with some other stuff so they could buy a house to stay. Because after all New York was no place for a new baby to live.
That word echoed in her mind. Baby. A real live breathing baby of her own. She couldn't wait to tell her mother
That brought her thoughts back to her friends. The sisterhood. Where were they? She had not seen them since that week on the beach so many years ago.
Lena was sitting in Greece watching her sister Effie's children gambolling like otters in the water. She was tired, she wanted to sleep and read her book she had bought. It was a book on baby names. No matter how she wanted to name her child something Greek she always stopped on the name Tabitha or Carmen or Bridget.
It hurt to think about them and she didn't even know where they were.
She had graduated from college and her life was great until she learnt of Kostos's death. She had gone to the funeral in Greece. Although at that time she wanted to curse him. Effie had come with her for the short trip. Then her grandmother took the oppportunity to arrange her marriage so she got married to a man whos name she could't even pronounce. Her main problem was he did not speak English. Then her grandmother suddenly died of a heart attack and Effie fell sick.
Lena had no choice but to move to Greece. Her husband took over her grandparent's café and she stayed at home to watch the imaginary children.
Just after Lena's life stared spiraling out of control, she fell pregnant. All she needed was to go home.
Tibby zoomed in on the protestors. She loved her job as channel 8 camerman.
Today they were protesting about something to do with childcare or whatever. She didn't care she was loving her life. Her knew boyfriend Andrew was such a hottie and he was all hers. She had a great job she moved heaps and was based in central New York. She had met the rich and the famous seen movie premieres she had the highlife it was all she needed. Or was it? She needed the Sisterhood. Lena would have helped her at all times especially now when Andrew was giving her the cold shoulder and she started feeling like she was getting to old for her job. Her boss had told her so. Even more so she wanted home. Her mothers welcoming hugs and even Nicky's moods as she went through teenage yers. She walked back to her apartment after filnming where Andrew was being loud and raucous with his friends. She put it out of her mind and went to bed.
Bridget had had enough. Five kids was too much. But then again it was her fault that she had two of them in the first three years of college. She dropped out and let her kids grow up. Two husbands later she also had her three girls. It was incredible how much noise kids can make. And to top her life off she was pregnant with number six with husband number three.
She had no famuily to return on the holidays to. He dad died last year and Perry commited suicide three years ago. But she reminded herself she had the sisterhood. Not that they could help her. She hann't seen them since high school.
She was alone her husband was starting to ignore her and she ouldn't take it any longer. There was only one thing to do . Do a dorothy. There truly was no place lioke ome.
Carmen was finally at home. Her mother had taken her into her arms and they had been crying for so long. It had been many years since Carmen last came. As Carmen was unpacking her bags into her old room she saw a small box sitting on the top of the wardrobe. Carmen reached for and took it down. She opened it with a racing heart. On the top there lay the most perfect blue denim jeans. They were the pants.
Tibby's cell phone was ringing. Excuse me! She thought. All I want to do is to sleep off my problems. I am trying to relax. Tibby dragged herself