That afternoon, when she had to part from Zissi, Malkie, and Motti, her pep-talk blew up in her face
Those vacuum storage bags were an excellent, excellent idea. Her sister Devoiry had recommended them, and Pessie was able to pack for this trip so much more efficiently and fit so much more in her suitcases. An excellent idea, except…
Except that her luggage was overweight.
“But—” Pessie stammered, blinking at the number on the scale at the check-in counter.
The cavernous airport hall was cold, voices swirling around her. People stood behind her in line, a little boy swung from a stanchion, pulling the retractable belt, until his mother grabbed him off and rebuked him.
Pessie stared down at the suitcases. They weren’t bulging, thanks to Devoiry’s bags, but also thanks to those bags, Pessie had compressed too much weight into each of the two suitcases. What was she supposed to do now?
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