AllureChapter 7
A man with a sign with my name on it who looked oddly like a younger version of Saul stood near the carousel where our bags would be delivered. Mine finally had wheels and a golden ribbon attached to the handle, since it looked like a lot of the other bags. Carol’s identical bag had a silver ribbon. Mel had bought them for us, and Maryanne had suggested the identifying attachments. “I’m Joe,” I said to the driver. “Trevor,” he said, shaking my hand. “I need to retrieve my limo, since they...