 Why didn't Julia pick up her suitcase with the other passengers?
So I returned my attention to the inside of the plane, to the overstuffed gray-haired woman asleep beside me, to the backs of heads in seats before me, across the aisle to other heads, and down to the blonde. Inventory completed, I went back to looking at the clouds, knowing I should be thinking about the printing order I was going to Los Angeles for, and not wanting to. I had set my alarm for five-thirty because I had to catch the seven o'clock plane at San Francisco International Airport. It was forty minutes to Burbank and Lockheed Air Terminal. We'd be leaving the valley for the mountain range north of Los Angeles soon, if we hadn't left it already.
 Julia went to call her sister before collecting her suitcase.
 Julia was detained by customs before she could get to the baggage claim.  Julia went to call her sister before collecting her suitcase.  Julia was told that her suitcase didn't make the flight when they were mid-air.  Julia didn't want to be near the suitcase when the bomb went off.