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In Camp

Marc and Alana went to camp. They were in the section that was closed. This was the spot that was Marc’s many moons ago. It was closed down my people called professionals. The only thing they are professional about is stupidity. Campers were running around the remainder of the operating camps. Both were under capacity. Marc set up the fire lay. He would light it later. Alana was in her black bathing suit, yearning to jump into the lake. The two’s eyes met, and they frolicked down the lake. They jumped in. They swam for over an hour. They walked out of the lack, hand in hand, like love cats. They got back to their site. Marc lit the fire. Alana changed out of her suit to her The Cure t-shirt from the concert the two attended in August of 1989. Marc still had his shirt. That was one of the best nights of their lives. Thirty-five years later the two were still in love and still argued nonstop. Perfect. The steaks Marc grilled were perfect. The ice-cold Genesee Cream Ale was perfect. As were the bags of Wise chips. Alana wanted to bake brownies. For some reason, she could not find the ingredients. She would bring this up with Marc. Supposedly, he had a friend who was an expert on getting brownies. It was getting dark. Love & Rockets was cranking out of Alana’s iPhone. They were sitting by the fire and nodded to each other. Off they went to Marc’s old leanto.

Kari Continues to Think

Kari was sitting in her bedroom at home. She lived with her mom. She was thinking about life. She didn’t work much. Neither did Jay, for that matter. He worked odd jobs and never stayed at any too long. He lived in a hovel of a basement apartment at his dad’s place. Dad was ancient and likely had dementia. But he muddled along.

Kari was by herself and cranking Love & Rockets. “No New Tale to Tell” was playing. She never had a new tale to tell. She watched her boyfriend get beat up a few times. The guy could not carry on an intelligent conversation. Neither could she. They were a perfect match. Their souls were meant for each other. However, Kari wondered if she could do better. She texted Jay. He sent a few emojis. Kari was not a fan of those. She wanted to chat with her boyfriend in actual text. Not cutesy symbols. She wanted him to put in effort and show he loved her. Kari wanted him to tell her things.

While texting Kari, Jay sat on a Battery Park City bench. He was thinking about shooting glass at someone. He didn’t care that the foursome of Alana, Anat, Jerry, and Marc would probably find him and shut his antics down. He knows Anat is pregnant. He imagined in a few months there would be a fifth.