Lena picked up the book she had dropped on the floor. That action was becoming difficulter as she grew more pregnant. She remembered on the last summer before college when Carmen's mum had had Ryan. He had been so cute but Tina had looked so small compared to her huge stomach. Lena felt that way to. She collapsed on her bed and wished she were anywhere but here. She knew what she had to do but it was impossible. The creak of her yellow door signalled her husband was home. She had to face him.
Carmen felt tears well in her eyes. They were they as clear as day. She held them to her face and she thought she could smell Bridget's body butter in them. Carmen was flooded with memories. Gildas, the week at ther beach, the first summer, her dad and his family, Ryan, mum and everything they ever did in the pants. She held them tight until she knew she had to let go. They weren't here anymore; they had drifted apart as their ownn mothers had done all that time ago. It truly felt like the end of the sisterhood.
Bridget was on her flight. Why was she even going home? She thought. There was no point at all. There was no sisterhood. No family. No nothing. For some strange reason she was going home because to her it was a comfort. She had told her husband she would be gone for a few weeks and that was all. She did not think he heard her. He was probably to hung over. As she hopped off her flight, (waddled to be precise) she thought she saw a glimpse of sandy brown hair and a tanned face. She shook her head and pushed her thoughts out of her mind. What would Eric be doing here? More importantly, what was with the camera crew?
Tibby was home. She felt at peace. The familiar scent was upon the air. She could see all the summers in her minds eye. Suddenly she was brought out of the zone. She had to keep focused. They apparently were doing a documentary on Betheseda. Why? Tibby had thought. There really was nothing special about it. Anyway, they were doing the airport now. She saw a flash of banana yellow hair as the crowds surged through the gates. Hah. She thought of Bridget. Looks like Bee was not the only one who had the hair.
Looks like the girls were headed for the same destination. Home.