Marc disappears

Marc woke up early and noticed some water spilled on the floor of the kitchen. Alana was doing laundry. Perhaps water dripped from the laundry she was carrying up to dry. They didn’t dry much in the dryer. Marc and Alana took turns doing laundry and air-dried as much as possible.  They were low on paper towels. A new shipment was FreshDirect was en route.

Marc was about to start morning services when he realized his talit, which he draped over himself would be a perfect towel. He thought about it for a second. He was getting fed up with the phoniness of religion. He feared things. But not a supernal being. He needed proof of its existence. To date, he’d received none.

Alana came upstairs with the clothing that came out of the dryer. She rubbed a towel on Marc’s face. She knew he’d love the warmth. He smiled and said he go pick up bagels.  

Marc left and started walking to the store. He was enraged by the people traveling on electric scooters. Some environmental mess people say helps with sustainability. One almost hit him. The driver was too busy texting and was blasting country music out of his earbuds. Marc was normally calm in these situations. However, he fired a battery of pomegranates at the scooter rider. The rider fell right down. Marc laughed and walked to the bagel store.

Meanwhile, Jay was still in Buffalo preparing his return. His beard grew longer. He got dirtier.  He was getting higher. In his mind, he thought he was the king of the world. That’s just the drugs talking to him. He had no way to communicate as he left his phone in the police car he escaped from. 

Alana was waiting for Marc to come back with the bagels. She took out orange juice and some vodka to pour in.  She texted him to pick up a few other things. No response. Quite unusual. He hated being on his iPhone. But always quickly wrote back to those he knew that reached out to him. He did his best to block the spammers. 

Marc was still pissed at the scooter rider. He noticed a few others riding onto grass, tossing their cigarette butts onto the ground. He walked up to the front door of the bagel store. He was about to go in. Then he turned around and kept walking. Hours later Alana was freaking. He answered nothing. This was not like him.