Alana and Tzipora went for a walk. Tzipora was carrying Shira. The two ladies had not seen each other in a while. Tzipora just went back to work from maternity leave and was spending all of her free time with her baby and Eran. Everything was going well. Shira is a sweet, easy-going infant.
The two were at the South Street Seaport. They looked at the boats. Shira was so calm. As usual, Alana’s heart and soul were wishing for a kid. But she knew that wasn’t her true calling. The two ladies walked toward the Brooklyn Bridge.
Jay was living in a cardboard box near the Manhattan Bridge. The ladies were walking toward that bridge.
As they moved, Alana told Tzipora they needed to turn around and head back toward Pier 17. Tzipora nodded her head and turned around. She had no idea why. It was a pleasant day and masked people were keeping their distance. Alana had a bad feeling.
The two ladies found a bench near the recently built structure to replace the old Pier 17 mall. They bought ice cream. Tzipora covered herself up and fed Shira. Alana just licked her cone.
A soft breeze blew. Alana loved it. All of a sudden Tzipora said she felt something blow into her neck. She was done feeding Shira and put her into Alana’s arms, while she looked in the mirror. Her neck was slightly red.
The two sat there. They figured it was debris blowing around from the slight breeze. Sadly, it wasn’t. It was glass.
Alana said they had to go. Swiftly they rose and headed down Water Street in the direction of the Staten Island Ferry. Alana texted a Jay alert to Marc and Anat. The ladies kept walking. Alana’s car was not far from the Ferry Terminal. She figured they get in and drive Tzipora and the baby home.
As they approached the car Jay was waiting.
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