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Prompt: Baggage
Samuel and Louisa Plummer's daughter was a free spirit, for those times, and while they did not entirely approve of her chosen career, they could not deny that their house was far more interesting for the knick-knacks she brought whenever she visited than it would have been otherwise.
"Lands a mercy, Mary Louise, where have you been this time?" Samuel exclaimed as his daughter whirled down the hall, six suitcases left haphazardly piled at the front door.
"Oh, everywhere!" she caroled back. "Greece, Albania, Ireland—they're having their own war, now that the Great one is over, and it's a good thing both sides took my press pass as neutral. I stopped by Rome for a visit with Digs. He's almost finished his studies, and then we shall be able to call him a professor. Lovely buildings in Italy, sublime food. Pity I had no room to bring you any comestibles this time—French vintage is second to none, and the beers in Germany were also excellent."
"Mary!" cried Louisa. "A lady oughtn't drink so freely!"
"Suit yourself, mother, and I'll suit myself, and so we'll all get by," came the lilting reply from two rooms away.
Samuel looked at his wife. "Still our Mary," he said with a smile. "A peripatetic whirlwind, roaming the earth, and never a dull moment to be found."
"She always did love adventure books when she was little Polly," replied Louisa. "I suppose it's only reasonable that as a woman she'd love real adventures."
They traded looks of fond exasperation, and laughed.