My suitcase got a trip to Victoria. It went to Vancouver, changed flights, flew to Victoria, and then was sent back to Montreal. They delivered it to me at home, at 11.30 pm, three days later. It seemed proud at first, for its audacity, but then sagged in the hallway, frightened by what it had done. My mother said that everyone in Australia was in shock about the suitcase. That an airline had taken my luggage without me on board! Everyone was saying, What airline was it, we’ll never fly that airline! It was Air Canada, I said, and my mother said, Oh, but I like them.