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The conveyor belt burst into life and suitcases appeared from behind a plastic flap. Rose waited with the other passengers for her case. Fin and Harry stood poised at the front of the queue, ready to grab everyone’s luggage.
“Just point yours out, Rose,” Harry instructed.
Rose opened her mouth to tell him she was quite capable of grabbing her own case but was poked in the ribs by Shelly.
“Isn’t he a gentleman?” Her friend’s face had a dreamy sheen to it.
“That’s mine!” Marian stood on tip-toe, pointing to a blue and white spotty suitcase that was nearing the bend where Fin and Harry stood.
Fin dragged it off, mouthing to Marian to move it out of the way. Five minutes later, Shelly and Harry’s luggage arrived, closely followed by Rose’s.
“Just Tom’s and then we can go,”
