Carmen: I just… I want…
Al: It’s all right. You don’t…you don’t have to apologize, sweetheart. You were upset. I know.
Carmen: No, Dad, you don’t know. That’s just it, you’ve never known…because I’ve never been able to tell you.
Al: Tell me what?
Carmen: That I’m angry with you, Dad. This entire thing. About you, and Lydia and the kids…
Al: It’s my fault. I should have told you about them before, and I’m sorry.
Carmen: Yeah, you should’ve warned me, but it’s more than that. It’s the fact that you’ve found yourself this new family…and I feel like some outsider who doesn’t even belong to you anymore. It’s like you traded me and Mom in for something that you thought was better…and I wanna know why.
Are you ashamed of me? Are you embarrassed?
Just tell me, Dad, what did I do wrong?
Why did you leave? Why did you have to go? And then tell me that we were gonna be closer? But that never happened.
Dad, why does Paul visit his alcoholic dad every month…but you only visit me twice a year? And I know… You just seem so happy
about being Paul and Krista’s dad…but you never even had
the time to be mine.
Carmen: It would be easy to say that the pants changed everything that summer. But looking back now I feel like our lives changed because they had to, and that the real magic of the pants was in bearing witness to all of this and in somehow holding us together when it felt like nothing would ever be the same again. Some things never would be…
Lena: But we know now that no matter how far we traveled on our own separate paths…
Bridget: Somehow we would always find out way back to each other.
Tibby: And with that, we could get through anything.
Bridget: To us. Who we were, and who we are. And who we’ll be.
Tibby: To the pants.
Lena: And the sisterhood.
Carmen: And this moment, and the rest of our lives.
Carmen, Lena, Bridget, Tibby: Together and apart.