Anat is threatened

Alana went back to the upper east side to check on her aunt. She wondered if her “favorite” grocery delivery person, Anat would be dropping off dried fruit and the rest of her aunt’s stuff.

Alana arrived just as Anat was departing. Again they looked at each other. But didn’t utter one word. Alana went upstairs. While riding the elevator she wondered if she should have said hello and had an informational conversation. She and Marc were dying to know why she changed and if their fight did it.

Anat walked over to where Jerry’s parents lived.

She walked through a terrifying neighborhood. People were social distancing. But more seemed inebriated. There was garbage all over. She saw the building his mom and dad dwell in. It looked like a roach motel. She heard screams and fights threw the windows of several buildings.

She was nauseous.

She wondered what she was doing with herself. She never had a friend. In school, while students broke away from their studies and partied, she sat in the library.

She sat in a silent study room. She knew nothing about raising a kid. But knew she’d do a better job than her parents. Was that it? Was she doing this to get revenge and prove she could do it? She didn’t know. But she knew that poor kid wouldn’t stand a chance if he went back to those losers. Maybe she shouldn’t get him. Perhaps he’d be better with a loving mom and dad. Maybe a sister. Sisters can be strange. But good for you. But she knew she had to make sure he was safe.

She kept walking.

A few very high druggies passed her. She ignored them.

The three of them surrounded her.

One pulled a knife and started screaming at her. The other had a needle hanging out of her arm. Anat knew she had to get out of there quickly. She probably should have called the NYPD.

But they have more important things to worry about with Covid-19 taking hold of the city. She didn’t want to waste their time.

The knife-wielder plunged at her. All of sudden out of Anat’s hands, raisins the size of small missiles flew. They knocked the knife right out of the guy’s hand. He went delirious. The lady yanked the needle out of her arm and try to inject Anat. She jumped back. Prunes and apricots were airborne. They nailed the needle lady in the eyes and nose. She fell back and landed on her butt. The other druggie sensibly ran. Anat let him go. She continued to launch dried fruit at the other two. When she felt she was secure she walked away.

She smiled. She was happy she still had her powers and could fight. She was gearing up for the next fight.