This was ridiculous. How many bags did one woman need? Really? Not seven, plus two carry ons, that's for sure. Calla shook her head and stood behind her sister, Daphne, sighing heavily in irritation. Apparently she could sit here and argue about the carry on bags all day as well. She loved her sister, but boy did she get on her nerves sometimes. Calla tapped her sneakered foot and Crossed her arms over her chest as she waited. After what seemed like forever, she won the argument (how, she didn't know), and picked up her sisters bags, along with her own, and followed her. 

"Is all of this really necessary, Daphne?" She asked as she adjusted the bags on her arms and tried to keep up. Calla wasn't exactly weak, but she wasn't super strong either. Although the three bags were pretty heavy. She had asked Daphne the same question, she didn't know how many times, and each time the answer was the same. "I don't even think Fred would pack this much, and we all know how in love with himself he is." Despite the comment, she liked Fred and missed him. Hell, she missed everyone. 

Calla adjusted the bags again and looked up, noticing she had fallen further behind. "Daph, would you wait up?!" She shouted as she attempted to walk faster. "If I have to carry your crap, at least you could walk a little slower."