The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Page #5

- Yeah, I do. I read it in a magazine.

- Where did you read that?

- In a magazine.

Other than that, the only thing

that I have to show for the pants...

... is the kid that delivered them,

some wise-ass pain in the neck...

... who's decided to permanently

glue herself to my hip.

She's just tired. She's been there

a really long time, all day.

What is she doing right there?

Tell me.

- She's just thinking. She's strategizing.

- I think she's trying to grow a brain.

Too bad you can't express mail

And I wish you the very best of luck

on this endeavor.

Hey. Hey there, sleepyhead.

Hey, Carmen.

- Honey, time to wake up.

- Hi.

Hi there. Good morning.

Sorry to wake you...

...but I was just wondering if

Maria could grab your sheets.

- Maria?

- Yeah, our housekeeper.

I told her you usually slept late...

...but I don't think she understood me.

Her English isn't real good.

Okay, right.

Could I... I'll just wash my own sheets.

No, no, no. Don't be silly.

Maria can certainly do your sheets,

not a problem.

- Lydia, it's really...

- It's a beautiful day.

- You shouldn't be washing sheets.

- Oh, it's not a problem at all.

I usually do it myself anyway.

I do it all the time. I'm so used to it.

People wash their sheets all the time.

Okay.

Been here long?

Kostas. What are you doing here?

It's a fish market.

This is where I sell my fish.

Right.

But you already knew that, eh?

Excuse me?

Lena, no one sits

near a smelly fish market...

...unless they're waiting for someone.

Well, I don't know

what you're talking about.

I just came to sketch

that old church over there.

May I?

Well, it's... It's not finished.

- You didn't tell me you were an artist.

- I'm not, really.

Lena, you are.

My parents were married in that church...

...before they left for the United States.

Why did they come back to Greece?

They didn't.

They were killed in a car accident...

...when I was 12.

I come back to live with my grandfather.

I'm sorry.

What made you choose to paint this?

I don't know.

I liked it because,

when you first look at it...

...it looks kind of forgotten, and then...

But then you realize that

that's why it's beautiful.

It's perfect in all its loneliness.

You see?

Lena Kaligaris...

...you are an artist.

And you should finish it.

Well, maybe some other time.

I mean, I really should go.

- Lf my grandparents saw me here, they'd...

- They'd what?

Is it really them you're afraid of?

Or is it something else?

What do you mean?

- You don't even know me.

- I'm trying to.

Or can't you see that?

He's right, Car. I am afraid.

There's a part of me

that wants to let him in...

... but then I feel myself

put this wall up...

... and I don't understand why.

Maybe that's what strikes me

most about Kostas.

That despite everything he's suffered...

... he can still look at life

in the most uncomplicated way.

I've never known that kind of faith.

It makes me so sad

that people like Kostas and Bridget...

... who have lost everything...

... can still be open to love...

... while I, who have lost nothing, am not.

She's at the doctor's.

- Who is?

- Little girl next door.

I don't know why, though.

I heard they were stopping treatment.

- Treatment?

- She has leukemia.

Found it a couple of years ago,

poor thing.

Is that her?

Yeah.

What is that?

- It's my mom!

- Your mom?

Let's go.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

You shouldn't be here.

I'm not drinking.

But if you don't dance with me,

I might have to start.

Bridget.

I can't.

I can't do this, I'm sorry.

- Is it blue like this?

- No, not at all.

Not at all?

This is the foot brake.

Now, you're gonna let it out very slow.

Very slow.

Relax. All right.

Don't forget to steer. That's good.

Look out for the donkey. No donkey.

So, Roberta, what do you like best

about working here at Wallmans?

Pays the bills.

Well, most of them, anyway.

I also work part-time over at

the Sweet Shoppe across the way.

They've got one of them...

...blending machines,

you know, for the mix-ins...

...and whenever I get bored...

...I do experiments.

Experiments? That's so cool.

- Here, plug that in. Sorry I'm late.

- It's okay.

What's your best one so far?

Gee, I don't know...

Oh, there was one the other day

and it turned out really good.

It had pralines, blueberries

and a whole bunch of graham crackers.

Awesome. You know Baskin-Robbins?

They hire these ice cream scientists...

...whose job is to invent

three new flavors a month.

- Really?

- Yeah.

You know who would be good

at something like that?

You.

You think so?

Oh, jeez! I gotta get back to work.

Duncan's gonna have a hissy fit.

See you later.

Sorry.

- I know you hate it when I butt in.

- It's okay.

I didn't mean to mess up

the whole interview.

You didn't. You were good.

So who told you?

Told me what?

- You found out, didn't you?

- We still have time for one more interview.

It's called leukemia.

Yeah, and I would like to come with you.

But are you just asking

because you feel sorry for me?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Okay.

Okay.

We'll just take the hem up

and it'll be perfect.

- You look beautiful.

- I love it, Mama.

Carmen?

Carmen, you're next, sweetheart.

I beg your pardon?

- I look like a tramp.

- Oh, dear.

I'm sure Barbara

can work on this for you.

Here you go.

Well, let's see here.

Well, we need to let this out here.

Right, right. Way out.

And hopefully we can dig up

some extra fabric.

And this... Yes, this needs

some serious work here.

Frankly, I think we're better off

just starting from scratch on this one.

Okay, good.

- Can I take this off now?

- Sure. Certainly, darling. Go ahead.

Barbara, I'm so sorry.

I had no idea her father would be so off

when he guessed her size.

Usually a roughly constructed prototype

works as a starting point, but in this case...

We could add a long-line corset for her?

- Yes, that'll cinch it in.

- Right, beautiful.

It is a wedding,

and I do want it to look uniform.

- I mean, will she look like Krista?

- Definitely.

You know, then just never mind.

We will fix the hem on Krista's...

...and we'll just start over

on the other one.

Carmen.

The other one's name, it's Carmen.

Carmen.

You know what?

Just forget about the dress.

We can tell everybody

that Carmen's Puerto Rican.

And it never occurred to you

she might be built differently.

Or that, unlike you and your daughter,

she has an ass...

...that the tailor didn't have

enough bolts of material to cover.

Or better yet, just tell everyone

there is no Carmen.

Carmen doesn't exist.

Carmen, honey. Carmen!

One, two, three!

Okay, ladies,

time to call out the cavalry.

We've secured a spot in the playoffs,

we're gonna shake it up a little.

Wendy and Karen to midfield,

Bridget to sweeper.

- What?

- You heard me.

I don't wanna see you

go past midfield, got that?

Dear Lena, when I got your letter

I screamed for about 10 minutes.

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