Crystal pranced over to study the pile of luggage, eyebrows raised at the sheer number of items stacked there. Or maybe the surprised expression was due to the Botox injection she’d gotten last week.
Picking out her small cosmetic bag, she slung the strap over her shoulder.
"Can you bring my suitcase?" Crystal seemed oblivious to the fact that everyone else pretty much had their hands full.
Ginger looked at Lucille. Lucille looked at Anca. Cynthia eyed them all. The cart was already weighed down with enough luggage to last a month.
"You can damn well haul your own suitcase," Lucille said
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