Broken Goods

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

 The flight to England was uneventful, Lizzie had watch over Glen as he was sedated through the flight in case he forced changed in the moon light. When the flight reached England in the morning, Glen was led away to collect the coffin before sorting out customs with the paper work. Lizzie went to collect their luggage and would meet up at the customs desk.

 The customs and immigration staff greeted Glen as he waited for Lizzie of to the side. 15 minutes had past since Glen last looked at the wall clock.

A member of staff come towards Glen, “Your friend Ms Jame's says these are your bags, she demanding to see the manager and anyone else who deals with baggage handling she fuming can you go to her before she gets hurt.”

 “What happened.”  said Glen. Think why Lizzie changed her family name. 

“Well she freaked out her luggage hasn’t got here.” the man face was serious.

 Lizzie don’t hurt anyone.

Glen picked up more staff talking about Lizzie as he got near to Lizzie. “Her luggage is missing then when someone said she can just fill out a complaint form she flipped.”  

“Her luggage got her clothes for the funeral I heard the way she was yelling at the head of baggage handling.”

 “No wander she pissed, I would be.

Lizzie had four members of staff and was demanding to know where her things where. Glen moved in, Lizzie the transport waiting to take my wife’s coffin we got to go.

“Madam like I said we are truly sorry.” The little short guy was repeating himself with the company's policy.

“Sorry doesn’t even cut it.” Snapped Lizzie. Glen put his hand on her shoulder “Am sure they will pay for replacement clothes.”

 “Yes and when we find your bags we will send them on.” The manager was scared to look at Lizzie in the eyes.

 “I want them now not next week, maybe am not making myself clear.” Anger was building up in Lizzie outburst.

 Glen looked at the form, her clothes where more £1000 worth, then any equipment. Up to another £1000 worth ring cycled was other.

 “What the maximum amount, plus cash pay out now.” asked Glen

 “£3000” muttered the man

“Ok that will do.” Glen filled out the form as the manager fled to get the money. Lizzie was really ticking with the customer care she was given.

The customs and immigration control just stamped Lizzie passport, then led then down to the awaiting transport. As the customer support desk had an envelope for Lizzie.

“Nothing to do with us, where just government employees but it fun to watch somebody else taking the flack in steed of us at passport control.”

Lizzie wanted to say something but Glen was there. He could feel her temper.

“It should be you cheering me up, not the other way around.” Whispered Glen.

“Sorry” as she looked down at her feet, for making such a fuss.

“It ok, you got a touch of the jet lag. Unlucky for you both sets of parents want to talk to you, so you will not get interrogated too much I’ve pushed it of for 2 days so you can settle in a bit.” as Glen gave her a quick hug.

Glen didn’t feel as wacked as Lizzie; but she had been watching over him, for the past few days. No wonder she was mad and on edge. As they stepped into the waiting transport from the funeral home.