I do not own the character of the original sisterhood series
Oh, thanks EmilyDanellePotter for your advice. I immediately changed it.
Chapter 2
Tiffany felt like groaning as the car she rode in pulled up into the driveway of her grandparent's house. Her grandmother and grandfather stood outside on their porch, waiting expectantly for them. Tibby turned to her daughter before she opened her car door.
"At least try to look like your happy to be here." She smiled. "I know how you feel about this, trust me, I doe, but it'll only be for a few days."
Tiffany gave her a pleading look. "A few days with Grandma and Grandpa would send someone to the asylum."
"You'll be fine," Tibby responded with a small laugh. "Come on."
Tibby popped the trunk ,and exited the car. Tiffany did the same on the opposite side. They hauled their suitcases and duffel bags from the trunk and walked up to the porch. Tiffany's grandmother, Alice, embraced Tibby first and kissed her on the cheek.
"It's so good to have you home," she said.
Her grandfather hugged Tiffany and kissed her on top of her head. "Look at you!" he said, observing her up and down. "You're growing like a weed."
Tiffany forced a smile, she didn't particularly like being call a weed. After all the greetings were over, they entered the house. Nice aromas from the kitchen met Tiffany's nose. Her grandmother had already started to prepare food for the big dinner.
"Momma," Tibby asked, "have Bridget, Lena, and Carmen arrived in town yet? Do you know?"
"Bridget, Lena, and their families will be here in less than an hour. I haven't heard from Carmen, but her parents said she was going to be here."
Tibby turned to Tiffany, "Tiff, honey, you go on upstairs and get dressed for dinner. It'll be finished soon."
Tiffany gathered her things and headed upstairs, partially relieved to be away from her "cheek-pinching, adoring" grandparents. She headed into what used to be her Aunt Katherine's room. Now that she was off at college, Aunt Katherine was hardly ever at home anymore, which meant the room was clean. Tiffany remembered the time she had visited before, and she would've been able to swim in thepiles of clothes, clean and dirty, shoes, CD's, and other ornaments that were used to only take up space or collect dust. Tiffany, couldn't help but smile at the time, nearly five years ago, when she and her mother had been visiting while her Aunt Katherine still lived in the house.
One day the exterminator had come while she had been at work and no one had warned him not to go into Katherine's room. Tiffany had trailed him as he had gone about his job spraying corners and walls. Though she had been only eight at the time, she knew she wanted to see his reaction when he entered the room. That day, Katherine's room wasn't that bad. She had cleaned up the little objects at least, but the exterminator was still in for a surprise. He entered the room where no real gentleman would want to go. His mouth practically dropped upon the sight. He scanned the room starting at the bet to the right. It was covered with feminine clothing, such as bras, panties and a laundry basket full of more clothes that sat the foot of the bed. He made his way to the window, where more bras, and some shorts were hanging. Tiffany broadly smiled at this reaction. She walked up a little closer to the man, "You going to do your job?" she inquired. The man shook his head as if hoping he only imagined the sight. "I… I'll get back to this room later." He replied, looking sown at his feet where more clothes were. He shook his head again and tuned from the room and shuddering. Tiffany, with amusement, watched him walk down the hallway to the next room with his equipment clinking behind him. She chuckled as she faintly heard him mumble, "stupid kids."
Tiffany saw much difference in the room now that Katharine was gone. She missed her much and wished it was still the messy room it had been. She picked up her bag and entered the room setting her bag on the bed. She pulled the zipper letting it reveal the clothes and other items she had paced earlier that day. She rummaged through trying to find something suitable for herself that her mother would approve of. Now doubt she'll want me to wear at least a dress, Tiffany thought, rummaging through her bag to find a dress she packed. She finally pulled out a red short sleeve dress that had a small flower on the front. Nothing fancy, she said to herself, and still a dress. Satisfied, she slipped it on and took out a brush from her bag. She walked over to the desk that had a mirror and looked at herself. She sighed and lightly brushed through her hair, not caring much about how she looked. When she finished, and came to the living room she was greeted by one of her mother's friend.
"You must be Tiffany." The woman said, "I heard so much about you."
Tibby saw the confused look and jumped in. "This is Bridget, honey, her husband Eric, her older daughter Amy, and son Jason."
Tiffany smiled and greeted them. "Pleased to me you," she said going around shaking hands with all of Bridget's family members. "You're the soccer player, right?" she asked noticing Bridget's figure and the same blonde hair her mother described.
"Yup, that's me." She responded with glee.
Tiffany nodded, and turned her attention to Bridget's husband. Bridget done good to score a guy like that, she thought, observing the rest of the family. Tiffany had to say that their daughter defiantly took after the father. She walked over to her and smiled politely.
"So…" Tiffany said feeling bad that she had forgotten her name.
"Amy" the girl replied. "Yeah, Amy. Sorry I'm not to good with names." Tiffany replied.
"Me neither."
"Anyway, Amy, how old are you." Tiffany asked.
"13" she replied smiling.
Just then Alice interrupted them.
"Well, let's not just stand here. Make yourselves useful by helping me to set up the table."
Alice said, handing Tiffany a bowl of salad. Everyone agreed and made there way to the dining room to help out. Tiffany groaned quietly and reluctantly followed. Why did I have to get stuck with a salad." She thought. "I hate salad." Alice handed out more plates of food once everyone got to the kitchen and they were set up in the dining room. The gold-sprayed chandelier that hung from the flowery wallpaper ceiling dimly lit the dining room. The table was made out of male and had a wax shine finish.
"So, Bridget when's your father coming?" Alice asked while setting a plate of chicken on the table.
"He should be here shortly along with Perry." Bridget replied.
"Hello, is anyone here?" a voice sounded back at the door.
Her voice had a hint of Greek accent and she figured that the lady was somehow related to Lena. She was right when Alice replied that it must be Ari, Lena's mom. Alice motioned the others to follow her to the door.
"Girls, this is Ari and George, Lena's parents." Bridget declared.
Tiffany and Amy glanced at each other with amusement on their faces, and walked up to greet the two unfamiliar strangers.
"We brought my famous Greek pasta with Alfredo sauce." Ari said up-on being greeted by the others.
Behind Ari, Tiffany could see an upcoming black Nissan car. It pulled up on the gravel driveway and stopped. An elderly man and a young man, appearing to be his son stepped out.
"Daddy, Perry!" Bridget responded as she walked passed Ari and George to greet them. They were brought inside the house.
"Come on let's sit for a while in the living room. "Alice said and seated everyone on the leather living room set. "Has Lena arrived yet?"
George asked as he accepted some coke from Tibby's dad.
"No, but she should be here shortly" Alice replied. "Well I guess I'll put this pasta on the table while we wait for the rest to arrive. You'll sit and enjoy yourself."
With that she left the living room and walked through the kitchen to the dining room.
"So, where's Effie? Bridget asked Ari upon noticing her absence.
"Oh, she had to work tonight…her boss wouldn't let her miss another day." Ari responded almost automatically like she had expected to be asked that question and rehearsed it just in case.
"That's too bad…I haven't seen her in a while and I was hoping to see her. How is she doing?" Tibby asked. "Well she got accepted to Indiana State, and there she majored in nursing. We are all very proud of her achievements heavens knows we had some doubts 10 years ago but now she's successful in her career as a nurse."
"Well, that's wonderful" Bridget replied. "It's looks like we all are living successful lives with me being a coach, Tibby a photographer and film editor." Tibby nodded, "and I hear Lena getting much publicity from her astounding artworks."
Ari nodded and talked of her recent artworks she had finished until her attention was turned to Amy and Tiffany.
She sighed, "oh, aren't you two the most precious darlings"
"Yeah if "precious" is the right word…I'm not 5," Tiffany thought. She forced a nod and a smile the turned to Amy.
"Want to see the rest of the house?" she asked her in hopes to get away from the living room where she was sure to die of boredom. Amy shrugged, "Sure"
They walked left avoiding the kitchen and entered a hallway plastered with pictures of Tibby her and her grandparents. Tiffany frowned at the pictures of herself. She looked like she was skin and bones, and tiffany thought she still did now. This seemed especially true in one of the pictures at a swimming pool when tiffany was about 5. She remembered the scene pretty well.
"Come on honey, you're not going to drown." Her mother said. Tiffany refused and violently shook her head. "I don't want to get in water. I'm staying here." Just then a boy came running passed her and with a shout of "cannon ball!" Jumped, splashing into the pool. The splash was huge and Tiffany had gotten soaked, and fell down from the pressure. She started to cry and Tibby immediately came to her rescue. "Oh, honey are you ok?" Tibby asked worried as she picked her up. "Maybe this was a bad idea."
-"Is that you, Tiffany?" Amy asked pointing to that picture.
She nodded in response without saying a word. They walked on passed the bedrooms until they got to the end of the hallway where a staircase was.
"Where does that go to …the attic?" Amy said jokingly.
"Actually it does. I've never been up there. Never even thought of going up there until now." Tiffany responded.
"Maybe we could find out what's up there later; I hear our parents calling us." They both reluctantly turned around and arrived back at the living room.
"Oh, Lena… I missed you so much!" Ari said, and Kissed Lena.
Tiffany turned to Amy, "the big one must be Lena…she expecting?"
Amy nodded. "My mother told me she's seven months in" Amy replied.
Lena hugged her mom in return for the kiss. "Oh, I missed you too." Lena said.
"Nice to see you again, Mr. And Mrs. Kaligaris" A man appearing to be Lena's Husband, said.
"what about me!" a little boy said as he tugged at Ari's dress, "What about me?"
"Oh, how could I forget about my precious grandchildren" she bent down and hugged the boy and the girl that stood beside him.
"There you are girls, I've been looking for you. This is Lena, her oldest daughter Delia, and Robert." Bridget said.
It was now their turn so they went up to the united family.
"Hi, I'm Tiffany" she said to Delia, who appeared relieved to meet the girls who her mother had talked about.
"And I'm Amy. Pleased to meet you."
"So, who's missing…isn't there supposed to be four of us?"
"I don't know, but I think it was…Carmen" Amy replied.
"Oh, yeah, that's right"
"Doesn't anyone get her on time?" Tiffany jokingly asked.
"So, Tiffany, I haven't seen your dad; where is he?" Delia asked.
"I…don't know. He left before I was born. I don't even know who he is." Tiffany answered gloomily
"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." Delia replied.
"It's ok, you didn't mean it."
"Well I guess we should sit down and wait for Carmen." Amy interjected in hopes to cheer up her new friend.
With that they sat down for sometime and listened to their parents. "Oh, yeas we are ver excited."
Lena said to Bridget smiling from ear to ear. "So do you know the gender or did you decide to make it a surprise?" Tibby asked.
"We want it to be a surprise."
Tiffany glanced into the kitchen where many of the grandparents had retreated to help with the finishing touches to the dinner.
"Quick," Tiffany said to Amy and Delia, "let's get up to my room before we die of boredom."
Her new friends agreed. They climbed the stairs and entered Katherine's room, where Tiffany silently shut the door.
"Now if we're quiet enough, maybe they won't notice we're gone." The girls smiled and sat down on the bed neither of them talked for a few moments.
"Wow," Amy said after a while, half way to her self, "how weird is it that we're all finally meeting? It's as if I've known y'all for forever. I don't know about your houses but my mother has as many of your pictures plastered on the wall as she does of my brother and I."
"The same at my house," Delia replied.
"Same here."
"So, Delia are you excited about having a new sibling?" Tiffany asked.
Delia gave a little laugh. "Not particularly"
Tiffany inhaled sharply. "How come? I would love to have a little brother or sister!' You know, someone to play with." "More like someone to argue with," Amy interrupted.
"Nothing personal or anything," Delia said, "but you are such a typical only child."
"What do you mean?" Tiffany questioned.
"No offense, but you wouldn't last one day in one of our houses; Especially with a new baby on the way,"
Amy added to what Delia said. "You're parents are constantly running back and forth to the doctor to get ultrasounds done."
"And it's even worse when they get the pictures back and they sit near a lamp for five or so hours adoring their to-be baby."
"They're always buying for the baby. You know, the normal things like clothes diapers, monitors a crib. Before you know it, your sibling has more things than you do and it's not even born yet."
"And it gets worse after it is born," Amy said with Delia nodding in agreement.
" All of you parents' time is devoted to the baby and it's as if your parents completely forget about you. You get cast into the shadows."
"And how much it cries will annoy anyone. It could drive you to the nut case. It'll keep you up all hours of the night."
"You'll smell smells that you didn't even think existed."
"And when they get old enough to start to pull your hair they-"
"Alright! Alright! I get it, you guys!" Tiffany exclaimed.
The other two girls smiled and seem satisfied.
"Gee, from what you say it sounds like having brothers and sister sick."
"That's because it does," Amy replied.
"Yeah," Delia said dreamily, "I would love to be an only child. I was four when Robert was born so I don't remember being one."
"Beats me," Amy interrupted. "I was only two."
"You're not really missing much," Tiffany comforted. "It's always so boring and you never have anything to do." Each of the girls sighed.
Silence came once more, which Delia quickly ended. "So, where do you two live?"
"Frankfort, Kentucky," Amy said.
"Blacksburg, Virginia," Tiffany responded.
"Y'all come pretty far. Did you drive a car?" They nodded.
"What about you"
" I live in Claremont, Indiana. We rode a plane, though. I was stuck in between an old lady, who didn't know how to shut up, and a really fat man who had more rolls than a bakery."
Her friends laughed. "Did you not get to sit with you family?" Delia shook her head.
"No, we were the last ones on the plane so they didn't have four seats together." "Oh," her friends nodded in understanding.
"That stinks."
Just then the door opened and Alice stepped in. "There you three are! I've been looking for you."
"Sorry Grandma," Tiffany said. Alice sighed.
"Well, no harm done. Go on and get downstairs. We're sitting down and we're just about to say the prayer, it's getting late now so we're going g to eat without Carmen and her daughter. They should come latter."
The girls didn't need to be told twice. They headed down the steps hastily, each more hungry than they had previously thought. When they arrived in the dining room, they saw that many of the guest and family members were already seated. The woman sat at the dining room table, while the men sat out on the patio with a table all their own. Only a sliding glass separated them. The girls sat on the right end of the right side of the table. Tiffany sat closest to the men's table, though she had an empty seat beside her. Delia sat to her left and Amy to Delia's left. Finally Lena sat at the end next to Amy. Alice and Ari sat across from Tiffany, and Tibby and Bridget sat across from Lena. A couple of empty chairs sat in between them. Tiffany guessed they were for the late arrivals. Her stomach growled as she breathed deeply. The aromas mad her mouth water. Amy and Delia seemed to be faring similarly.
"Alright," Alice said rather loudly to get both of the tables attention, "We're going to say grace now. Everyone stand up and hold hands."
Everyone got up from their chairs with a few irritated grunts from the old men. (They thought it would be easier to say it sitting down. It was all the same to God.) Tiffany held Delia's hand and with some difficulty reached Eric's left hand.
"Alright, honey," Alice spoke to her husband, "do the honors." He nodded. "Dear Jesus, our lord,"
He continued with the blessing but Tiffany glanced up. She felt a pinged of guilt for not listening but she heard a strange noise from the other room. Amy and Delia seemed to hear it too, but kept their heads bowed. Not wanting to be too disrespectful, Tiffany followed their lead. She closed her eyes and forced herself to pay attention.
"Please bless every soul gathered here tonight for this dinner and that the wonderful food set before us will nourish our bodies so that we can continue to serve and love you, Lord, In Jesus' holy name, amen."
Before anyone could repeat the last word voices from the other side of the dining room spoke," Amen."
"Carmen!" Bridget and Tibby were up from the table in an instant to embrace her. Even Lena, with her oversized stomach, moved at an alarmingly fast rate. There were four other people in the doorway besides Carmen. Tiffany recognized them to be Christina and David, Carmen's parents, Ryan, Carmen's younger brother, who, in the fall would be entering his senior year in high school, and Carmen's daughter Samantha. After all the introductions, greetings and embraces were finished with, Ryan and David took their seats at the men's table while Christina, Carmen, and Samantha did the same at the women's. Samantha sat down next to Tiffany.
"Hi," she said to the girls. She pointed to Amy, "you're Amy, right? Then Delia, the Tiffany?"
They nodded. "I'm Sam. Of course, if your parents are anything like my mom, you should already know that"
The girls smiled. She seems friendly enough, thought Tiffany. There was a loud awkward silence between the girls. Neither of them knew what to say to Samantha but, luckily, she was the first one to start the conversation.
"So how old are you all?" She asked. "I mean, I know you're supposed to be around my age, but how old are you exactly?"
"My birthday is next moth, July fourteenth. I'll be turning 13." Delia replied without looking away from her plate, which she already had many serving of food on.
"Mine's January 23. I'm already thirteen," Amy responded.
"Me, too," Samantha exclaimed. My birthday is March, 9."
Tiffany suddenly began to feel rather awkward around her new friends. "I'll turn thirteen on October second." she replied quietly.
"That's not too bad," Samantha comforted, catching the nervousness in her new friend's voice.
"You're only a couple o months younger than us." All conversation temporarily ceased as the girls gave their attention to their plates, however, they did listen in on their mother' conversation.
"So, Lena," Carmen said, "have you finished our so-called "masterpiece"? I haven't seen it yet you forgot to send me a photo of it through e-mail."
"Did I really?" Lena questioned. "I have one," Bridget interrupted "I'll send it."
"You have to," Lena continued, "It's already been sold."
"For how much?" Tibby asked.
"Two thousand."
Amy's jaw dropped, but for the sake of not being rude, she quickly closed it.
"Wow," she leaned over to Delia. "I knew your mother could paint, but I didn't know she did it for a living."
Delia nodded. "Yeah, she usually locks herself in her studio for hours o end."
"Reminds me of my mom," Tiffany admitted. "She's a photographer and movie editor, which means she's usually gone when I'm home."
"Cool," Samantha said, "You get to stay home alone?"
Tiffany shook her head. "No, I-" she was wondering whether or not to tell her friends the new few words of her statement. "I have a babysitter who usually stays with me."
She was beginning to feel more and more childish compared to her friends by the second.
Samantha laughed. "My mom's always home when I am and to tell you the truth, I think I would rather have the babysitter."
"What does your mother do?" Delia asked.
"She is a teacher at my school and in my grade." Samantha barely spoke above a whisper so that her mother wouldn't hear, "How embarrassing
"No," Amy disagreed, whispering too, "what's embarrassing is having you mother be your soccer coach every single year you play." She laid heavily on the last few words of her sentence to emphasize her pain. The girls giggled then continued to eat.
"Did anyone else in your family inherit a love for art?" Amy asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Well, my father is more business like and Robert," Delia hesitated a moment, "well, he's Robert, but I have a knack for art, though it's not the kind my mother does. I'm more into songwriting. I mean there's nothing more relaxing than sitting in my room with my guitar and thinking up lyrics. I like to sing my songs, too. It's like I almost live and breathe it."
" I know what you mean," Samantha replied. "I write stories, and there's nothing like sitting at my computer for a couple of hours typing away. What about you two?"
"Sports," Amy said simply. "Especially softball. I love to get our there and have fund and roll with it, you know?"
"Yeah," Tiffany said, "I like softball but I really belong on a horse. I love to canter and move with the horse's movements. I mean there's not many people who find the smell of a stable pleasant, but I'm one of the few."
"Yeah," the girls sighed in unison.
A couple of seconds slipped by, then Delia sniffed the air. "Is something burning?" she asked, rather loudly.
Alice heard. "Oh, no! My blueberry pie!" she stood up and raced to the kitchen.
The incident caught everyone's attention, and everyone waited expectantly for Alice to enter the dining room with a wonderful pie, which she had caught just in time to save it from a crispy death, but that didn't happen. The women's table was completely silent.
"Mom, is everything alright?" Tibby finally asked.
"Not unless you happen to like pie on flambé!" came the voice from the kitchen.
With this, Tiffany snorted with the effort of holding back laughter, which brought on more giggles from the other three girls. The mother each gave their daughters stern glares, which ceased the laughter.
"I suppose we're going to have to do without pie tonight," came Alice's voice from the other room. She sounded miserable, she had for gotten about her perfect pie and burnt it.
Lena Bridget, Tibby, and Carmen exchanged worried looks, then for the sake of her mother's feelings, Tibby responded, "The pie sounds ever better now than it did before."
"Really?" Alice asked hopefully, as she entered the dining room.
"Yes, of course!"
"Good," Alice said, as she sat back down, her glowing smile now revived. "I'll just leave it out to cool for a while so it'll be ready to eat come dessert time."
The dinner flew by for Amy, Delia, Tiffany, and Samantha. They had become quick friends and it was obvious to the rest of the table that they were getting along well with each other. They laughed with each other, shared stories, and ridiculous puns. Several times their mothers had to tell them to settle down or be a bit quieter but they only stayed at a suitable volume for a few minutes. Any other time they would nearly bust a gut talking and giggling. Before they knew it, it was time for desert. The girls couldn't wait to eat the strawberry shortcakes that Bridget had prepared, or a piece of the red velvet cake that Alice had bough from the nearby superstore, or, their favorite, the triple chocolate pie Christina had made.
"Alright, girls," Alice said addressing the children, "what desert would you like?" she stood at the counter knife at hand, ready to cut into any dessert item they had.
Tibby was handling her small snack-sized plates.
"I'd like a piece of Strawberry shortcake, please," Delia answered.
"Alright," Alice said laying the piece of the plate.
"What about you, Samantha?"
"Triple Chocolate," Samantha said without hesitation.
"Alright, Amy what will you have?"
"Umm, do you have cheesecake?"
"Yes ma'am," Alice answered slicing the first piece out of the cheesecake.
"And you, Tiffany?"
"I'll have-" but Tibby interrupted before her daughter could continue.
"Tiffany and I will have a piece of you blubbery pie." Alice smiled
"Absolutely," Tiffany gave her mother a furious glare when she came to give her the dessert.
"Don't give me that look," Tibby said. "At least eat some of it to make you grandmother feel better."
Tiffany sighed in answer.
"That's my girl," Tibby replied appreciatively, and then continued to pass out plates. Her friends were smiling at her obviously trying to resist the urge to laugh.
"If I was going to put this many calories into my body, I was hoping I'd be able to eat something a bit more appetizing," Tiffany mumbled.
At this the girls did giggle some, then continued eating their dessert. Tiffany glanced down at her pathetic piece of pie, then over to Samantha's triple chocolate. She edged her for closer to her friend's intending to steal a bit while she had her head turned, but, when she was an inch of so away, Samantha pointed her cutlery at her.
"Back of, I have a fork and 'm not afraid to use it!" she said playfully. Tiffany stuck out her bottom lip and pretended to pout.
"Just a little bit?"
"Awww," Delia an Amy said in unison with smiles on their faces. They had been listening in on the conversation.
"That pitiful, babyish display will get you nowhere," Samantha declared. "Triple chocolate is for big girls."
"Oh, ha, ha, ha," Tiffany replied sarcastically though she knew Samantha was just simply playing around, she still wasn't surrendering her pie.
"Yeah, you've got to be one of the biggest girls hereby the way you're eating," Tiffany responded with a smile.
All three girls turned to her, astonished expressions on their faces, wondering if she was really angry with them.
"What? I was just joking!" Upon hearing this, the girl's expressions returned to normal.
"You just wait," Samantha said playfully, "I'll get you back."
Tiffany was glad her friends were such good sports when it came to insults.
"Anyway Tiffany said, "I think I'll just give you the pie." She scooted the plate towards Samantha.
"No thanks, mine's enough." She scooted it back.
"Don't be a jerk to my grandmother," the plate went towards her friend.
"I don't think so." It went back to its normal place.
"Girls, stop it," Carmen hissed. The other female adults had heard their conversation.
"What do you not like my pie?" Alice's voice sounded positively hurt.
Samantha thought quickly. "Of course we like, it, Mrs. Rollins." She took a bite of the pie to prove it.
"Yes," Tiffany mimicked.
They had to struggle to keep the smile on their faces and had to force themselves to swallow it. The girls had never tasted anything so horrible before.
"It's delicious" they replied nodding. Alice smiled in response.
"Well, I'm glad you are pleased." She rose from her chair. "Now, if you'll excuse me," she addressed the table," I'm going to visit the bathroom."
"Oh, make sure you watch out for Tiffany's training toilet," Samantha said smoothly." You wouldn't want to trip over it."
Amy and Delia burst out laughing, understanding the joke, while the women gave them curious expressions. Even some of the men had overheard. Tiffany groaned and held her head in her hands. She was getting sick of everyone cracking jokes about her being younger, but she had to admit that she had it coming. She took the joke in stride, and when Samantha had stopped laughing she spoke.
"Are we even?" Tiffany nodded.
"Yes, very even." They shook hands on it and the four agreed not to make jokes about one another anymore.
"Have you started to make up the nursery room yet, Lena?" Tibby asked excitedly.
Lena laughed. "We started the room the day I found out I was pregnant."
"How does it look?" Bridget asked. "Seeing as you don't know weather it's a boy or girl."
"We painted it a light green. Well, let me correct myself. Mike painted the room." All four of the women laughed.
"Oh, I with I could have another," Tibby sighed. "I bet you are pretty tired of children, though," Tibby continued. "Huh, Carmen? You know being a teacher at a year round school?"
Carmen stayed quiet. She was staring at their daughters.
"Carma, what's the matter?"
"It's sort of eerie, isn't it?" she asked vaguely.
"What?" her friends questioned in unison. "Our mother are friends, then we came along and were inseparable and now our own daughters" Bridget Tibby and Lena joined Carmen's gaze.
"You know," Bridget said, "Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stay a couple of weeks in town." The other nodded.
"I don't see why not," Carmen replied. "Samantha and I don't have to be back at school until a few days after father's day."
"Good," Tibby nodded, "It'll give the girls more time to get to know each other.
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