Tzipora was out with the Eran, the guy she hooked up with at the Simple Minds concert. They sipped some red at the Highline. She was having fun. However, she had Alana on her mind. For some reason most people do. She stings you like never before.
She and Eran walked hand in hand along the elevated linear park. They stopped for gelato, which she proceeded to spill all over herself. Her shorts ate more of it than she did. The two just laughed and kept walking.
Meanwhile, Alana was reeling from some job interviews and lack of feedback. She wasn’t really looking that hard. But keeping her options open. Some recruiters called her. So she talked.
She was more on the lookout for a new guy. She knew what she wanted. But was that what she really needed. She was still confused about her powers. One day she figured she and Marc could discuss each other’s and join forces. But she wasn’t sure if that’d really work.
She walked out of her office on this beautifully sunny day to grab a hot dog and a soda. All the usual folks were strolling Lexington Avenue near Grand Central. She walked down Madison 
while biting into her mustard topped dog.
People who didn’t respond annoy her. Especially after they made the first move. Oh well. She hiked back to the office.
She finished her day and went to the gym. The place was loaded with the Miriam types. Of course, Alana was in better shape than all of them. She had the same money. Just not the attitude.
One of the girls started staring at her. Alana kept running. She left the treadmill and headed over to the bench press. She started lifting and was feeling great. However, that woman was still eyeing her. Alana wondered if word got out about her night with Tzipora. But doubted it. Tzipora wouldn’t say a word and Alana surely would not.
Alan and the stalker went to the locker room. Both showered and left the facility. All of a sudden the woman who was eyeing Alana whipped out a large knife and started running around Madison Avenue scratching cars.
“Why don’t you stop. I saw you looking at me in the gym. Do you need help from me?”
The woman continued to key cars. Then she said, ’’’Ya know, you seem to have it together. You look great and seem comfortable being you.”
Alana cracked up. The other lady kept at it with the knife. Alana had enough. She walked away for a minute. She hoped this woman would stop. She did not. Alana raised her arms and opened her hands. Figs shot out at the woman’s hands. She dropped the knife. Alana knocked her off her feet.
“Listen, I don’t really have it together. But I’m glad that you think I do. Let me get you home.”
Alana took the woman home.
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