Tag: Dried Fruit

Jerry and his mom

Jerry and Anat went out for a walk. Anat was feeling good. She was having a healthy pregnancy. She is a little older. Her main concern was using her arsenal of dried fruit before the baby was born. She didn’t want to make crazy movements that could harm her future child.

She knew Jay was out there. Jerry’s biological mom, Diane, was cleaning herself up. She knew Jerry was no longer hers. She knew she should have never married Jay. She was in a bad spot several years ago. She liked him and got hooked on his alcohol and drug-fused lifestyle. She wasn’t innocent. She tried plenty of drugs on her own and with friends. But she was more controlled than Jay. He was utterly out of control. Jerry knew Jay was his dad. They fought in Central Park. He had no real memories of Diane. Remember, he was abandoned when he was three. He spent the first few years of his life being abused. When he got to the child center, he pushed his parents out of his mind.

Anat and Jerry were strolling down Third Avenue in the nineties. All was calm. Diane walked by and noticed the two of them. Jerry gazed at her. He made some connections. Tightly, he squeezed Anat’s hand. Anat remembered the battles she had with her and Jay. She was easy to defeat. She has no powers. Jerry was getting ready to launch his olives at Diane. But he wasn’t sure why. Anat pushed him across the street.

Diane wept. She knew she had no business being his mom. She was doing well in her rehab program and hoped to start over. It was a long way off. But doable.

Meanwhile, Jay was around the corner. Jerry heard him on his iPhone. Their eyes met. Jay was still embarrassed that his then five-year-old son beat him. It was a glass v. olives fight. Jay shot glass at Anat. Jerry jumped in front of it and knocked it down with green olives. Black olives smacked Jay in the head. Anat did not want the two to fight. She didn’t want this to get out of control. She took a deep breath and showered Jay with raisins and dates. Jay tried to fight back with jagged glass. He missed.

Anat and Jerry felt they had done enough damage and walked into Brooks Brothers. Anat had Jerry try on some clothes while wondering if the baby inside her watched this episode and was figuring out his or her powers.

Anat Returns

Anat’s brief employment as a hotel chef in Aruba concluded. She only worked for a few days. She didn’t accomplish her goal. So she came home to wreak havoc.

Marc was pluggin’ away and wishing for better pitching. Alana was fairly calm.

Anat strolled into her apartment and went right for her dried fruit. She ate tons of it. She was powering up. She did so some soul searching in Aruba. She wondered if she really had to take out Jen? Or if she caused enough damage? She was tired of being alone. She played she didn’t need friends or a boyfriend. But deep inside she would love to have both.

She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her. Let’s face it. She went to a great school, earned high grades and had money. She is a bit odd. But who isn’t?

She wondered about her parents. They haven’t spoken in years. They missed her college graduation. That was about 20 years ago.

She took a look in the mirror. She knew she wasn’t Drew Barrymore. But she certainly didn’t think she is ugly.

She tightened the laces on her boots and walked out of her building.

The Honeymoon

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Jen and Jake were enjoying their Aruba honeymoon. They did nothing but lie on the beach, swim and read. They were so relaxed. After the mayhem at the wedding, they deserved some peace.

Marc and Alana were lurking around and following them. They didn’t want them there. But needed the security. Marc and Alana were amazed at how people have seen them in action. Yet there’s been no mention on social media or elsewhere. They hoped it stayed that way.

The two of them went SCUBA diving and chilled on the beach. But for the most part, their attentive eyes were on Jen and Jake. Marc was happy for them. He figured he’d never marry. He would just bounce around with Alana. Deep down the two of them enjoyed it.

Jake and Alana were enjoying breakfast at the hotel. Normally they just grabbed Dunkin Donuts and orange juice at ate in their beach chairs. But Jen wanted to sit and have a real breakfast. They ordered hotcakes with blueberries and strawberries, juice, milk and bowls of Frosted Flakes. The waitress came out. with their meal. Their hearts sank. Loaded on top of their hotcakes and in their cereal bowls was dried fruit. Lots of raisins were floating in their cereal. The two lovebirds started to shake. They still breathed in whiffs of the beautiful ABC Islands air.

The waitress came over to see how they were doing. They asked why their order was wrong. The waitress said they just got a new chef from the Middle East and she must have made a mistake. The waitress said the new chef has been there about three days.

The two began to shake. Jake whispered to his new wife, “I hope your ex-boyfriend and that woman he hangs around with are here keeping watch”. “Trust me, Jake, they are here. Marc won’t let anything happen to us. Neither will Alana. “

Anat raced out of the kitchen with a special platter for the newlyweds.

The kitchen staff tried to stop her. But they were pelted with raisins

Anat flips out over bad dried fruit

Tzipora was seeing a patient in her office at Mt. Sinai Medical Center. Several weeks ago, the young woman, a beloved teacher suffered a fractured left orbit playing basketball. She was getting better. But was still having vision and other problems as a result of her injuries. Tzipora is a young and rising neuro-ophthalmologist. She was conducting a visual field to test the optic nerves transmission of visual signals from the eyes to her patient’s brain. Thankfully the woman was doing well. Tzipora recommended a follow-up with her ophthalmologist.

She was still hanging with Eran. The ride was getting more fun. They had some serious conversations and really respected his work ethic and felt he is a genuine guy. She felt bad that she wasn’t one hundred percent faithful. But he was her only guy. She wondered whether she needed to talk to him about this. This was the first time she ever thought of telling her partner about her sexuality. But Eran was her first that she felt this deeply about.

She met him for lunch. They discussed the market, the Yankees and their plans to see Depeche Mode at Barclay’s Center in a few weeks. All was going well. Until Anat stormed into the café they were dining in. The cheery mood vanished. The aroma of freshly baked bread turned to an aroma akin to a Dumpster.

Anat sat down and ordered a cup of coffee and a salad. She started eyeing the other diners. The smiles on their faces, as they cheerfully ate with their families and friends enraged her. She sipped her coffee and nibbled on her mixed greens.

Eran and Anat kissed briefly and were feeding each other in a teeny bopper fashion.

Anat asked Joey, the server if they had any dried fruit. Of course, Joey said,. I can run into the kitchen and get you a plate. She smiled.
She continued eating. She noticed some of the lettuce was wilted and the tomato was puckered and wrinkled. Anat was calm for a moment and pushed the bad veggies off to the side of her plate. Joey came back with a plate of mixed dried fruit. She began eating it. The prunes were not as sweet as they should be. Anat knew they were past their prime. This was unsettling.

All of a sudden she started screaming about this. The server ran over to see if she was ok. He thought she might have been choking on her food or having a severe allergic reaction. He didn’t hear what she was saying. He just heard her loud somewhat inaudible screams. As he got to her table she stood up and flipped it over.


Tzipora and Eran were seated next to Anat. Some of the coffee spilled onto Eran’s pant leg. Anat started shooting fresh dried fruit from her eyes and fingers at Joey. He fell down. Anat started laughing. She hit a few other customers and ran out slamming the café’s door.

Anat’s Origin and her grandmother’s death

Tzipora was out and about. She was having a fairly normal day. She was still hanging out with Eran. The two were getting along. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure about him. But she was enjoying the ride. She was fairly faithful. However, she had a tryst or two with some women she hooked up within a vampire bar.

Alana was still thinking about her fight with the woman in Prospect Park. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. She kept it to herself. However, she figured she’d have to tell Marc. They may have to join forces.

Anat, the boot-clad woman was trolling the city. Born in Flatbush, she had a rough upbringing. Her parents are of mixed Middle Eastern descent — Syrian, Lebanese and Iraqi. They lived in Safed for a short period before coming to Brooklyn. Her parents really weren’t ready to have children when they had her. They weren’t poor or uneducated. They were just having a really hard time adjusting to life in the U.S. They didn’t pay much attention to her pretty much from the time she was born. Both parents drank too much Arak and at times were physically abusive to each other and their daughter.

She had trouble making friends. Her grandmother loved her and did her best to take care of her. Anat loved this woman more than anything. Grandma gave her the only love she ever knew. Her first pair of boots was given to her as a toddler from grandma. She never took them off. This caring woman made her bathe. But her parents sometimes wouldn’t let their daughter see grandma and never cared if she showered. So she didn’t.

Sadly this caring woman died in a bad fall, while Alana was an undergrad enrolled as a finance major at Stanford. She did well in school. She didn’t have any friends. She stuck to herself and always wore a ratty pair of boots. Anat still had hygiene issues. No one would sit near her in the library. She flew home to Brooklyn for the funeral. She sat Shiva and went back to San Jose.

Waiting in her dorm room was a dried fruit platter sent by grandma. Anat freaked out.   The platter arrived via FedEx the day Anat flew home. Grandma shipped it a day before she passed. It was her grandmother who got her hooked on dried fruit. Grandma’s apartment always had this delicacy. She opened the package, cried and dug in. She read the card, “Anat, Enjoy. Study hard. You will do well. — Love, Grandma.” She clutched the card to her chest and cried in her bed. She remembered when she first fell in love with dried fruit. At first, it scared her. It was so dry. But grandma told her it’d be okay. She did have some allergic reactions. And for a short time was afraid of it. It turned out she was allergic to grandma’s awful smelling perfume. Not the snacks. For a long time that’s all, she would eat. She sometimes rubbed the fruit all over herself.

Anat walked down Madison Avenue. She started kicking trash cans.