“Bats in the belfry”, Susie sang, “hanging upsidedown”.
There were no grand staircases in this town; she would not give this one the benefit of the doubt. Susie picked up her case and found herself in the great hall, buffeted by whooshing gowns and mens’ wooing colognes. Music rose and fell like carousel horses across her brain.
Susie was hoisting her case through the trapdoor now, smoothing her skirt, sitting on the hand-scraped floor, legs dangling through the kicked out boards.
Maybe the trolley would take her where she belonged this time.
She looked at her sensible travel-shoes and waited.