Sisterchicks on the Loose

Sisterchicks on the Loose

by Robin Jones Gunn

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Sharon has lived calmly in Chinook Springs, Washington, her entire life. All that changes when her best friend of twenty years, Penny, takes an impulsive trip to seek out her only living relatives in Finland -- and brings Sharon with her. The land of reindeer and saunas holds infinite varieties of zaniness for these two unlikely friends -- Sharon is a quiet mother of four and Penny was a motorcycle mama before she came to Christ -- who return home with a new view of God, a new zest for life, and a big impact on those around them for decades to come.

Get set for adventure as the sisterchicks drive, float, or fly off to faraway places—exploring new territory and delighting in the soul ties that forever bind their hearts.

Sisterchick n.: a friend who shares the deepest wonders of your heart, loves you like a sister, and provides a reality check when you’re being a brat.

Meet unlikely best friends Sharon, quiet mother of four, and Penny, former flower child/motorcycle mama. Connected as young moms, their twenty-year friendship is about to take a surprising leap! Penny hatches plans for a “post-kids” trip to seek out her only living relatives—somewhere in far-off Finland.

Oh, Penny Girl, what have you done?

The land of reindeer, Finnish saunas, and starry, starry nights holds infinite promise for the free-flying sisterchicks, who feel their hearts fill with a new zest for living…and a fresh view of the One who flung the galaxies across the heavens!

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780307564450
Publisher: The Crown Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/21/2009
Series: Sisterchicks , #1
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 288
Sales rank: 335,649
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Robin Jones Gunn is the award-winning, bestselling author of over fifty books, including the popular Glenbrooke series and the Christy Miller and Sierra Jensen series for teens. A frequent speaker at women's events, she lives with her husband, Ross, and their two teenage children near Portland, Oregon

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Sisterchicks on the Loose

By Robin Jones Gunn

Thorndike Press

Copyright © 2004 Robin Jones Gunn
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0786260319

Chapter One

January 1993

Oh, Penny Girl, what have you done? That's what I was thinking when Jeff found me on the bathroom floor sighing. I truly thought Penny had gone too far this time.

For years the amazing Penny had blazed through life like a fearless comet in the vast summer night sky. I followed close behind as a cosmic DustBuster, content to collect her sparkling trail of wonder dust. Whenever Penny ignited a sentence with the words "what if," she took off soaring. I found bliss in the glittering possibilities that fell over my life in those moments.

Truth be told, we rarely did any of the things Penny dreamed up for us. I didn't think we actually would go to Finland. I thought we would talk big, buy travel guides, discuss sensible walking shoes, and in the end, cash in the tickets.

Penny, however, never doubted this adventure.

When she sent my ticket, she wrote with a thick, black marker across the front of the FedEx mailer:


Thirty-five minutes earlier I had doused my hair with a highlighting solution, and I knew I should be heading for the shower. But I went directly to the phone and dialed Penny's real estate office in San Francisco.

"Okay, Sharon, go ahead. Now you can open it. Read the itinerary."

The words, "San Francisco, London, and Helsinki," tumbled from my lips.

"And?" Penny prodded. "Did you notice the name on the ticket? Sharon Andrews. That's your ticket. We're going to Finland!"

"Penny, this is crazy!"

"Yep! Crazy like a daisy. February 25. Pack your bags, girl! We're finally going to run away from home!"

"But Penny ..."

"We made a deal. You promised you would go with me to Helsinki and back. Remember?"

"Yes, but we were going to go after all our kids graduated. Tyler is the only one in college. It will be, what? ... Eight more years before all our kids are out of the house."

"Exactly. And I can't wait that long. Life is too short. We need to go now."

I stammered and stuttered while Penny gave me instructions on obtaining a passport. By the time I hung up and dashed upstairs to the shower, the home coloring treatment had pushed my hair past summer sun highlights all the way to a disturbing autumn moss tone.

The strange part was I didn't have the emotional reserves left to process how I felt about my hair. I wrapped myself in the comfort of my old yellow robe and sank to the bathroom floor, staring at the airline ticket and sighing over the possibilities.

I had been on an airplane only once. I know that's unusual, but I led a small life. Jeff and I both grew up here in Chinook Springs, a quiet suburb in southern Washington State. We were high school sweethearts and married right after we graduated. Jeff and his brother ran a landscaping business. I was content to keep a tidy home for Jeff and our four kids. That was my life. It was a good life. I wasn't the kind of person who longed to see the rest of the world-or so I thought.

When Jeff found me on the floor, the first thing he said was, "The ticket came, huh? What do you think?"

"You knew about this?"

He nodded and repressed that sly grin of his. "Dave called me a couple of days ago. He said Penny wanted to surprise you." "She surprised me all right."

"You don't look very excited."

"I'm still in shock. Why do you suppose Penny is so determined to hunt down her relatives in Helsinki?"

"She's Penny. This is how she does things."

"I know, but if she's going to go all that way to meet these relatives of hers, don't you think she should take Dave or one of their kids?"

"She wants to take you."

"Why? I mean, if we had this kind of money, I'd put a new roof on the house."

Jeff knelt down and kissed me good on the mouth. "Don't overanalyze all the fun out of this, Sharon. Go. Have the time of your life. Come home happy."

Jeff stood. I reached for his arm. "Honey? There's one more thing I should let you know." I pulled the towel off my head and watched my husband's expression as my seaweed surprise made its debut. To his credit, Jeffrey Edgar Andrews held his tongue. Twenty-four years of marriage and four children had taught this energetic husband of mine a few lessons in the fine art of restraint.

All Jeff said was, "Must be January." Then, clearing a chuckle from his throat, he left me alone on the bathroom floor where I sighed some more and pondered my history of January bloopers.

Instead of making New Year's resolutions, I tend to make impulsive blunders. I suspect the dank January mornings in the Northwest bring on this temporary insanity. At the start of each year, I'm overcome with a restless passion to change radically a slice of my life. As soon as I try something, like turning my dishwater-colored hair to a lively summer blond, the madness passes, and I remain quite sane the rest of the year.

One January, after we had been married nine years, I decided I'd had it with our hunk-o-junk couch. As if on cue, I saw a Salvation Army truck pull up in front of my neighbors' house. I trotted over and told the driver that if he wanted, he could come take my couch, too.

Not only did he take my couch, but I also threw in a wobbly amber-colored floor lamp; a dented frying pan; two plastic candleholders; and our blender, which had a peculiar problem. The blender blended even when no one asked it to blend.

Once the blender started to blend at two in the morning. Jeff said it was an electrical short, and all I had to do was remember to unplug it. I always forgot to unplug it. Once we walked into the house with groceries, and there it was, filled with nothing but air, blending away.

I taped a note to the inside of the possessed appliance that read, "Needs repair," and handed it to the driver of the Salvation Army truck. He handed me a receipt and told me I was a "kind and generous person."

Euphoric over my benevolence and giddy over thoughts of a new couch, I called Jeff to share the great news. Jeff was ... well, less than euphoric. I think that was our worst fight ever. It certainly lasted the longest. Seven wretched weeks passed before we finally bought a new couch on credit. Jeff's mother never forgave me for parting with the blender, which I had forgotten was a wedding gift from her sister.

In the Januarys that followed, I tried to confine my temporary lapses of judgment to areas that affected only me.

Penny used to say she liked it when I showed signs of entering my "New Year's Fit of Madness" because she could talk me into things I wouldn't normally agree to, such as the year we took a tap dancing class. We were the only students over the age of nine.

To our credit, we stuck with the dance class all ten weeks. To the relief of our husbands and children, we opted out of performing at the year-end recital.

I had to wonder if Penny calculated to the day when my fit of madness would strike this January. She cleverly timed her purchase of those two transatlantic airline tickets, sent them to arrive the very hour I was most vulnerable, and even prepared my husband ahead of time.

Even though I didn't think this-her most outrageous dream yet-would last until it was full grown, I didn't see the harm in playing along with it while it was still kitten-size.

I tucked the tickets into my top dresser drawer, dressed, and went through the rest of the day wearing one of my son's baseball caps. Curiously, no one at the dinner table ventured to ask about the hat. Either Jeff had said something to the kids, or my theory about being the invisible mom at our house was more accurate than I had realized.

The next morning I managed to get a nine o'clock appointment with Joanie at the Clip 'n' Curl. I told her about Penny's Helsinki scheme while she worked her magic on my limey mane. She shifted the color back to a blah-blah-blond shade, which was at least within the normal range for human hair.

I tried to tip Joanie a little extra. She slipped all the money back into my hand. "Please. Let this be my treat. You keep your spending money."

"No, Joanie, take it."

"Not this time, Sharon. Save it for your trip. If you want, you can buy me a souvenir."

Wide-winged guilt came swooping in and landed on the roof of my psyche. It was one thing for Penny and me to stir up a big cloud of dream dust, but Joanie shouldn't be turning down money because of it. I left the Clip 'n' Curl determined to pay Joanie double the next time I had my hair trimmed.

Most days, I pull my thin, straight hair up in a clip or a twist of some sort. Since Joanie had done such a nice job of styling it to gently skim my shoulders, I thought I might as well have my passport photos taken.

I drove to the closest mall, which was located twenty miles across the Columbia River in Portland, Oregon. I found a camera shop with a sign that read, "Passport photos while you wait."

The young man snapped my picture before I was ready.

"Are you going somewhere?" he asked, as I wrote out a check for the two small, not-so-flattering photos.

I looked up, startled, and heard myself say, "Yes." As soon as the word leaked out, guilt flapped its molting feathers and cawed, "Liar! Liar!"

The young man stood still, eyebrows raised, waiting for the rest of my answer.

"I, um, I'm going to Finland."

"Cool. That's like, all the way over in Europe, isn't it?"

I gave a slight nod, paid for the photos, and went directly to the bookstore on the mall's lower level where I bought a travel book on Scandinavia. I didn't know that Finland was next to Sweden. I also didn't know that Finland bordered Russia. Helsinki was on the other side of the globe, half a world away from Chinook Springs. Did anyone there even speak English?

My next stop was the post office where my husband's partially deaf uncle has worked for thirty-seven years. Uncle Floyd was eager to help me organize everything and mail off for my passport application. Of course, I had to give him the details with my voice raised, so everyone within a two-hundred-yard radius heard me lie. This time I used words like, "I might be going" and "If it works out."

Uncle Floyd enthusiastically handed me a ten-dollar bill. "This is for you so you'll be sure to send lots of postcards home to everyone. Tell 'em to save the stamps for me. And try to get specialty stamps, will ya? Ask for the kind of stamps they don't use for everyday. Will ya do that for me, Sharon?"

I left the post office biting the inside of my mouth. How could I return the ten dollars to sweet Uncle Floyd after he and the rest of the world discovered this Finnish fantasy was a hoax?

Within three days everyone in my small life knew about the trip and everyone was excited for me. Everyone, that is, except Jeff's mother, Gloria.

Gramma Gloria and Grampa Max joined us on Friday night for our daughter's high school choir performance. Kaylee was a freshman and prone to wild emotional dips. As normal as that is for a fifteen-year-old, I didn't tend to be the most understanding mother. All I remembered about when I was fifteen was getting my braces off. I think I smiled a lot.

Kaylee seemed to smile at everyone but me.

Right before we were ready to leave for Kaylee's concert, she dribbled the slightest bit of apple juice on her white blouse. I tried to clean it up using the dabbing method with a wet cloth, but of course, that made it worse. The large wet spots weren't drying quickly enough, so Kaylee stormed upstairs, wailing that now she would be late.

Gramma Gloria shook her head. "This should be an eye-opener for you, Sharondear. How would your children manage if you took off for Iceland?"

Gramma Gloria made a hobby of conveniently forgetting the correct names for people and places whenever she wanted to cast a disagreeable light on them. My entire senior year of high school she called me "Sherrill" instead of "Sharon" even though she had known me since I was a child. Once Jeff and I were married, I became "Sharondear." I decided that was better than many other options, so I didn't try to correct her.

"Aw, the kids will manage just fine," Grampa Max said to Gloria, carrying the last of the dinner plates to the sink. "Isn't that so, Ben? You'll get along without your mom for a week or so."

"Twelve days," Gloria corrected him.

"Eleven," I said.

"Right in the middle of track season," Gloria added with a cluck of her tongue.

My reserved son, who was old enough to vote in national elections, wisely continued his chore of loading the dishwasher and didn't vote on this one.

Grampa Max motioned to our ten-year-old, who was trying to wedge his foot into his tennis shoe without untying the laces. "Come on, Josh. You can ride over to the school in my car. We'll save some seats in the auditorium for these slowpokes."

I ventured upstairs and tapped on Kaylee's bedroom door. The distraught princess bid me enter. She had tossed the "ruined" white blouse on the floor. The very blouse I had washed, ironed, and sprayed with just the right amount of starch to make it perfect for her tonight. Ninety minutes of loving labor lay crumpled at her feet. Kaylee shot me a wounded look as if the apple juice disaster were my fault.

She had changed into a long-sleeved beige T-shirt that had once belonged to her oldest brother.

"That won't do," I said.

"I knew you would say that. But what else do I have?"

"I have a white blouse you could wear."

"I don't think so!" Kaylee rifled though her summer T-shirts. "I mean, no offense, Mother, but we don't exactly, like, wear the same size, you know!"

Kaylee yanked the beige shirt over her head, and I noticed that not a pinch of baby fat remained on my daughter's torso.

Where did it go?

She had the cutest little waist. Her 34A-size bra appeared too snug.

When did all this happen?

Kaylee was right. Nothing in my closet-not even my skinny clothes-would be small enough to fit her.

"I know you don't want me to wear a T-shirt, but I don't have any choice." She pulled the wrinkled cotton shirt over her silky blond hair.

"I could iron it if-"

"Mom, we don't have time! I'm supposed to be there in like five minutes!" Kaylee tugged the T-shirt over her black skirt and swished past me muttering, "Now my hair is so messed!"

That evening I watched with new eyes as Kaylee lined up on stage with the thirty other students. Nearly all the girls were wearing T-shirts. I counted only three white blouses in the choir.

Kaylee stood in the front row to the left. Under the bright lights none of the wrinkles in her T-shirt were as pronounced as I thought they would be. She blended right in.



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Sisterchicks on the Loose 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Unlike most books on tape this reading by the Author is wounderful!!! You can hear the planes take off the sauna steaming. What a great gift for anyone!
lbigcrum on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I felt like I was on a fun get away with my best friend each time I stole a few minutes to read.
Ashley_22 More than 1 year ago
Meet the Sisterchicks: Quiet mother, Sharon & Former Wild child mother, Penny. These moms have been friends for 20 years & their friendship is about to take an interesting leap. Penny makes a plan for the moms to take a "post-children" trip, to Finland. But when it comes down to actually taking the trip Sharon is nervous, Finally she gains up the courage & off the Sisterchicks go on a crazy adventure. Here they meet interesting people & learn more about each other that they never knew. I really like this book, I find it hard to put down. I really like the fact that Penny's name is Penny Lane, so wherever she goes people are making Beatles jokes. I would recommend this book to any woman, any age, who has a zest for life! *I received this book free from Multnomah Publishing in exchange for my review.*
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nean54 More than 1 year ago
So uplifting and thought provoking! Had so much fun with their mishaps and adventures.
VirtuousWomanKF More than 1 year ago
Sisterchicks on the Loose by Robin Jones Gunn has got to be the worst book of 2011 for me. Yes it is "fluffy" but also just plain boring. Most of my fellow readers in "Friendship Sisters Bookclub" thought it was an "ok" story. I just did not appreciate the story and thought quite frankly that it was slow and boring.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I received this for my fortieth birthday - what a huge difference it made in my outlook! I love my fellow 'sisterchicks' and have made a huge effort to let them know! I WILL read all of these!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Absolute classic!!! It covers friendship in a wonderful light. It also points out God's love and the newness He gives us while making your eyes water with laughter!! Must read book for any girl and her sister chicks*
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1982 in a church nursery in Chinook Springs, Washington, best friends Penny and Sharon watch a vicious horde of children including seven that belonged to the two moms. Weary from the mental and physical stress of these youthful activists, Penny and Sharon make a deal that when their magnificent seven graduates they celebrate in Finland. However, a few years later the deal appears dead when Penny and her brood move to California.

In 1993, Penny sends Sharon a ticket that will send the dynamic duo from San Francisco to London to Helsinki. The supermoms are running away from home now that graduation has occurred. With two West Coast sisterchicklet baby boomers invading Europe, will the English and the Finns survive and will American diplomacy (Clinton style) be needed to calm the waters and snow that the daring duo dive into as they go from one brash adventure into another.

This is a fun tale that feels like Lucy and Ethel taking Europe in the 1990s, yet each one remembers why they were and still are best friends while renewing their faith in God. The key to the tale is the message that plenty of life remains to enjoy for the over forty crowd without Robin Jones Gunn preaching to the choir. Readers, especially middle age, will appreciate these super SISTERCHICKS ON THE LOOSE.

Harriet Klausner

Guest More than 1 year ago
Mu daughter has grown up with Robin Jones Gunn and although I bought all the books that she has read by her through the years, I had never actually read one. My daughter who is now 22 read this book and then encouraged me to read it. I did and was delighted. I think we enjoyed this book so much because my daughter, sister and myself are so much like the sister chicks. We enjoy having an adventure and finding out what happens along the way. No matter if you are 20 or 50 - you will be encouraged and inspired by reading about these wild girls and their adventures.