The Next Summer...
"You're all crazy. Absolutly insane!" Calla declared. "The pants most TOTALLY look better on Kineta's ass!"
"My vote is on Fauve. Those curvy hips could work a TRASH bag and make it 'au couture'!" Hayln joked, faking her French accent. Lena smiled at how much her Sisterhood resembled the one of her daughters.
"Girls, if you can't decide who they looked better on (Impossible, Lena knew) then you are just going to have to draw out of a hat to decide who will get them first for the summer!"
"Great idea, Mrs. Kaligaris." Fauve decided. Anything to get them off the conversation of curvy hips. It ended up that Calla would get the pants first. No traveling for the pants yet it looks like. Calla would be staying here for a few weeks, until she travels on her much awaited trip to Greece. The trip was a right of passage for Lena's children she decided. So Calla and Metea would be taking it this year.
Hayln was off to some wilderness camp. She was totally into everything and anything wild and unpredictable. Kineta was going to be with her dad, or at her dad's house. No telling how much time her dad was actually going to spend with her. Besides, Bridget needed a break. Parenting was especailly tough on her. And Fauve? She was here, fighting off whatever boy wanted her attention this week and getting the much needed mani/pedi, or that is what she claims.
The girls headed home and Calla walked to the kitchen, doing her little 'model' walk down the hall that Effie taught her. Of course, working the pants! She admired her butt in the mirror and fell even deeper inlove with the pants and their amazing magic to actually GIVE her a butt.
"Knock it off, big head." Metea hassled her as she came in with the mail. "This is for you." She stuck a letter down Calla's pants and cackled the rest of the way into the kitchen. Calla came in after, cradling the unknown letter.
"What's that you have?" Lena asked.
"I don't know."
"It's a letter, mom. From a boyyyy!" Leave it to Metea to get her beautiful head into everyone's buisness.
"Let me see." Lena said, getting suddenly firm. She took the letter out of Calla's hands, looked at the return address and then dropped it as though she had been burned.
Calla read the letter to herself. "Mr.&Mrs.Kostas I don't know his last name". The address was somewhere in Greece. Who would be writing to her from Greece besides her grandparents?