“I wasn’t doing a pep talk,” Bridget said defensively, even though she was.Ĭarmen made her wise eyebrows. I only let you do pep talks when you need to feel better.” She held up hands crossed at the wrist in a hex sign to ward off Bridget. “I didn’t,” she said quickly, even though she had. Tibby had nonsensical ideas about what people did in South Carolina, but Carmen knew not to argue with her. You’re going to eat barbecue all the time and light firecrackers and everything. “Oh, Tibs,” Carmen said, grabbing Tibby’s foot from where she sat. “Lena, could you not say that word anymore?” Tibby asked, wilting a little on the edge of Carmen’s bed. She was working on removing navy-blue polish from her toenails. My flight’s at seven.”Ĭarmen flopped the top of the suitcase down on the carpeted floor. Her best satin pair was sprouting tiny ropes of elastic from the waistband. Suddenly she wished she had all-new underwear. “Can you close that suitcase?” Tibby asked Carmen.Ĭarmen glanced at the structured canvas bag splayed wantonly in the middle of her bed.
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