She snooped in the suitcases, looking for clues. Clues about the owner of the suitcases.
She found neon colored bras and sparkly panties galore, enough to make a stripper jealous. All brands outside of the snooper’s price range.
Bottle caps and receipts for the liquor store.
A planner with many entries, of tasks never accomplished.
Overdue bills and credit card receipts.
Potions and eye shadows, enough for a year, not just a short trip.
Bottles of pills with no labels. Not Motrin or Tylenol best she could tell.
She stopped snooping, more bewildered than ever. Clearly over the years the gap had become ever wider, and she wasn’t sure she would ever understand the owner of the suitcases.