Anat helps?

Marc and Alana spent the next day or so QT in Marc’s place. Marc cooked. Alana chilled out with Genesee Cream Ale. She finished Marc’s last can. He used to drink it in summer camp. He was too young to drink. But it was camp. The beer is not easy to find. Next summer if he can get to camp he will find it. He wanted to save that can for a special reason and down it himself.

But he knows Alana loves that brew. And he loves Alana. They were wondering about Anat. They knew she was breathing when they left her. They probably could have contacted her via social media. But why would they?

Anat has been clean for the last few days. She’s showered daily. And some of her new clothes arrived. She put on one of her new black Theory dresses. She just wore it around her apartment and smiled. She danced around to The Smiths and Depeche Mode. She was anxiously waiting for her new Timberlands to arrive. She paid for speedy shipping. But knew the COVID-19 was delaying everything. She didn’t even get angry.

She knew the butcher by her house was open. She decided to go out in her new dress and buy a steak and some veggies for dinner. She had plenty of wine and beer. She saw some signs posted on the door in the butcher shop requesting those that are healthy to text to “helpdeliver” to assist getting groceries to the elderly.

She whipped out her iPhone and texted her contact info. This was a first for her. But she thought of her grandmother. She would have done anything to help her. She would help in her memory.

She felt good as she walked into her apartment. She opened a bottle of Ramot Naftali Petit Verdot. She toyed around with opening Malbec. But had memories of a fun day with grandma in Old Sacramento where they sipped Petit Verdot. She let it breathe while she marinated her steak and prepped the vegetables.

The only disappointing thing was that the bakery was out of brownies. She wondered if it was due to crazy buying of them due to the virus. Everyone loves a brownie. Well after she waited a few hours after eating the steak and finished sipping, she’d have a lonely glass of milk.