Marc and Alana had dinner with Tzipora and Eran. The Tzipora and Eran just had a quiet wedding in the Holy Land. Only family was invited. After dinner, Marc and Alana were strolled the High Line. The newlyweds were headed home.
“Think we’ll ever get married?” Mark asked.
“To who?” responded Alana. “But just imagine the kid I’d give birth to.”
Mark knew then they just be friends forever and act like they are married. But not be together in wedded couple state. He was okay with that. Was he? Was she?
The two carried on about their evening.
Anat was roaming the streets of the Bronx. She needed to get out of the city for a while. Of course being the Boston fan that she is, she hates the holy structure in that boro.
She saw kids playing. She knew she’d never have any. It hurt her. But she is who she is. Aren’t we all?
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