Marc was paddling down the Jordan in Tiberias. He was at peace. Pesach concluded a few days ago and had a few days left in the Holy Land. Alana made sure the young girl they encountered at the beginning of the holiday found her aunt and had a great Seder. All was well.
Anat was back in Safed for the first time in about 10 years. She was walking through the artist section and feeling ok. She decided when she had no one to be with for the holiday to go to Israel. Her parents at one point lived in Safed. She was thinking of buying some jewelry. That was out of character for her. But Safed made you change.
After a few more days in the Holy Land, she flew back to NYC. All was going well. She was not happy. Her loneliness was getting to her. She was strolling down Third Avenue and someone mobile phone user bumped into her. She let it slide. She knew it was one of the mindless people that couldn’t put down their phone. She always wondered what was so important that people had to be engrossed in their phone 24/7? Would it kill them if they missed a text to meet their friend at Starbucks? Were they waiting for orders from the President to be deployed in a war zone? Or were they just clueless?
She kept walking and the mobile carrying woman smacked into her again. This time she screamed at her. Of course, the lady couldn’t hear her as her Earpods were blasting music. Anat had enough. Prunes went flying out her fingertips and smacked the woman in her hands. The woman’s phone fell to the ground. The woman burst into tears as she swooped her phone up off the ground. As she rose, Anat pelted her with dates. The woman fell. Anat hammered away with dried fruit. Finally, Anat had enough and walked to the Second Avenue subway.
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