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left, walked for a while, and then followed a sign to their right. Mr. Jansen looked around. There were no more signs and no luggage.

    “I think we’re lost,” Cam whispered to Eric.
    They were near a large newspaper, magazine, and snack stand.
    “I’m hungry,” Eric said. He bought a large bag of popcorn. “Do you want some?” he asked Cam as he opened the bag.
    “Don’t eat so much,” Mrs. Jansen told Eric. “I made sandwiches, salads, and a big cake for the party.”
    Mr. Jansen asked the woman at the newspaper stand, “Do you know where we can find the luggage from Flight 54?”
    “It’s that way,” she told him and pointed to the right.
    Will Doris Johnson please report to the information desk on the main level. Thank you, was announced.
    Cam, Cam’s parents, and Eric walked to the right. Eric saw a woman standing in the middle of three suitcases. “Look, there’s Molly,” Mr. Jansen said. He ran to her.
    “Oh, Jack,” the woman said as she ran to meet Mr. Jansen.
    They hugged. When Mrs. Jansen reached them, she hugged Aunt Molly, too.
    “And look at you, Jennifer,” Aunt Molly said when she saw Cam. “You’re so pretty. I love your red hair. And Eric, you look real handsome.”
    Cam, her parents, and Eric looked at Aunt Molly. She looked at them and smiled. Then Aunt Molly sighed. She sat on one of the suitcases. She put her hands on her knees and said, “I’ve seen so many interesting places on this trip. I visited Basel and Bristol. No, I think it was Barcelona and Brussels. No, it was Bristol, Bern, and Bologna? Oh I don’t know. I get all those ‘B’ places confused. I’ll tell you all about it later. But right now I have to rest. I’m so tired.”
    Aunt Molly unbuttoned her sweater. Then she saw Eric’s bag of popcorn. “Can I have some?” she asked.
    “Sure,” Eric said.
    Will Doris Johnson please report to the information desk. Will Captain Baker please report to Gate 7. Thank you, was announced.
    A man wearing a dark blue uniform and captain’s hat walked quickly toward them. “First they tell me Gate 2. Now it’s Gate 7,” he said as he rushed by.
    “It’s hot in here,” Aunt Molly said. She took off her sweater, folded it, and opened the smallest of the three suitcases. She was about to put her sweater into it.

    “This isn’t mine,” Aunt Molly said. She took a very long pair of yellow pants from the suitcase and held them up. She gave the pants to Mrs. Jansen. Then Aunt Molly took out a big shirt and said, “Look at the pineapples and racing cars on this shirt. I would never wear it.” She gave the shirt to Mrs. Jansen, too.
    Aunt Molly looked through the suitcase. “This is strange,” she said. “Nothing in here is mine. Someone packed his clothing in my suitcase.”

Chapter Three
    C am looked at the name tag on the suitcase. She showed it to Aunt Molly and told her, “No one packed his clothing in your suitcase. You took the wrong one.”
    Aunt Molly looked at the tag.
    “We should bring this suitcase back,” Eric said. “Someone is probably looking for it.”
    “And one of my suitcases is missing,” Aunt Molly said. She took her sweater and walked quickly ahead.
    Cam, Eric, and Mr. Jansen followed her. Mr. Jansen carried Aunt Molly’s two large suitcases.
    Mrs. Jansen quickly folded the yellow pants and the pineapple shirt and put them into the small suitcase. She closed it and took it with her as she ran to catch up with the others.
    Aunt Molly was stopped at the entrance to the luggage area. “I’m sorry, you can’t go in there,” the guard told her. “It’s for passengers only.”
    “But I am a passenger. I was on Flight 54. My suitcase is still in there.”
    An older couple was standing near the guard. The woman was wearing a bright red dress. The man was fat and had a short white beard. “And our niece is in there,” the woman said. “We have to find her. She just came from France and she doesn’t speak any English.”
    Just then