A deckhand tosses my suitcase down on the dock so hard it almost bounces into the water. “HEY!” I holler up at him. “Is that how your mother dropped you on your head?” He shouts something back at me in Croatian. “Why do you always escalate?” Leo laughs at me. I haul the suitcase upright, one of the wheels wonky and refusing to spin. “Motherfucker,” I mutter, glancing back to see if the deckhand is still in sight for further chastisement. “Come on.” Anna grabs my arm and hauls me along. “No time for that.”
