Technically, Anat was on maternity leave. But we know she’s a nerd. She sat in her home office and checked emails while listening to “I’m Waiting for My Man” by the Velvet Underground. She loved Mr. Reed. She decided to look at the emails and not respond. Everything was being handled in her absence. Dan had a few days left of his paternity leave. Anat sent him to the store.
Anat was feeding Gillil. The baby loved her milk. Anat figured she’d grow up and love ice cream and other delicious dairy delicacies. But who knew? She just got the photos back from the naming. They were perfect. They almost made her cry. She remembered the photographer Marc hired at no cost loved dairy. They had to order extra cream cheese. That was the only payment he required.
Gillil stopped feeding and started to fall asleep. Anat placed her in the crib and returned to her laptop to check some of the funds she managed. Things were going well. She was disappointed that Apple was not going to produce an EV. She was not a fan of Tesla.
The baby woke up screaming. This happened occasionally. She rolled over and began shooting jelly out of her fingertips. She did not shoot any latkes. Anat wondered if she had a bad dream. There’s been stuff written about babies and dreaming. She decided to look into it and maybe ask Tzipora what she knew.
Meanwhile, Marc was at work and wanted to be more pleased. Things weren’t going his way today. He decided to take a walk outside to clear his head. The weather was ok. He walked around the block and came back. He got back to his computer and finished up. He submitted a few things he did not care about and went home to Alana.
She was trying to cook. Both of them could have been better cooks. Marc could do wonders on the grill in camp. He was a disaster when it came to cooking at home in his apartment. Alana was making cod and asparagus. Marc opened a can of Smithwick’s. He fell in love with it in Belfast and Dublin. Alana poured herself a glass of Sauvignon Blanc straight from Boudreaux. The fish was tasty. The two made small talk and decided to watch Game 6 of the 1977 World Series. They remember seeing it as kids. Almost 47 years later, they still got excited every time Reggie approached the plate. Of course, now they knew each time the ball was going out of the park.
Kari was in bed with her dogs. She was cranking the Sisters of Mercy and crying. She had no idea why she stayed with Jay. He was on his way to pick her up to take her out for what promised to be another miserable date.
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