The bulging, pink suitcase wobbles, as Susie yanks it across the uneven road. Imagining the contents spilling out, she eases her grip.
She’d never live it down if her granny pants landed on a stranger’s face, or her size 16 labels were exposed. Worse would be, the stash of chocolate or bursting makeup bag. Both used to cover cracks in her self-esteem.
Reaching her platform, Susie turns to lift her overweight luggage and finds a smiling face and helping hands.
“I come with a lot of baggage,” she jokes.
“Don’t we all,” he says, even though he carries no visible luggage.