It was around 3:00 a.m., Marc was twisting and turning. He was not much of a sleeper. R.E.M. was playing in his bedroom. He grabbed his iPhone couldn’t decide who to text.
“Hey, Alana, how are you?”
Alana and Tzipora were cuddling in Tzipora’s bed in her Soho loft. Alana had never slept with a woman. But she was enjoying the moment. As they were whispering in each other’s ears, Alana’s phone blasted, “Love will Tear us Apart.”
“I bet ‘ya that’s Marc, isn’t Alana”?
Alana smiled and breathed deeply. Tzipora knew the answer. She held Alana tighter.
“So how fast are you going to jump out of my bed and run to the boy?”
Alana laughed. She kissed Tzipora.
“Well, you’ve known me all my life. So you know I am going to see him again. We will likely fight. Did you see me in the bar when that guy started harassing Stacey?”
“Yeah. What are you?”
“I don’t know. But you must keep it a secret.”
“I promise I will. And you must keep our current interlude quiet. I know this is virgin territory for you. But I hope we can try again. It might help you. “
“Perhaps.”
They looked at each other and dozed off. They woke a few hours later, showered together, and went to the bagel store. They gave each other the typical girlfriend goodbye kiss and walked off.
Alana texted Marc, “Hey, just finished breakfast. What are you up to?”
Jen was down the block.
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