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Patty stepped off the curb at Second Ave and 14th Street. A bike headed the wrong way crashed into her left thigh. As the biker sped down Second, Patty lay on the street circled by concerned citizens taking iPhone shots and mouthing platitudes. Did he hit her on purpose? Who cares? He hit her. Two buxom traffic cops took their time disengaging from their cells before strolling over.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou okay, Honey?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat do you think?\u201d The words snaked out of Patty\u2019s mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRudeness doesn\u2019t help,\u201d the other traffic cop said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Patty clung to her large purse. She didn\u2019t want these animals touching her eggs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 \u201cCome on, Grannie.\u201d A young guy put out his hand and yanked her up. \u201cDon\u2019t want to block rush hour traffic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 She put on her lady voice, \u201cYou\u2019re very kind,\u201d she said to the guy, loud enough for the traffic cops to hear her. He shuffled and stood there, blocking traffic himself. Underneath her sweet old lady smile Patty thought, \u201cDoes this character want a tip?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCan you walk?\u2019 he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBarely.\u201d Patty limped to the sidewalk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At home she checked the eggs and told Mort what had happened. After tuna fish supper and iced tea with therapeutic bourbon, she settled hubby in his La-Z-Boy recliner. She pictured him soothing himself by stroking his NRA Slider Holster and gun. The gun is what she called it. He called it the Sig Sauer P938. Since they lived in Manhattan, he stripped the NRA stickers off the Dodge Challenger\u2019s fender but was still a proud member. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After dosing her thigh with Absorbine Plus, Patty took the elevator to the twelfth floor.  The management avoided spending money on the roof. No one went up there except workmen and kids who wanted a smoke. She carried a carton of large eggs in a colorful tote bag. Her neighbors assumed her gentle smile and soft voice were genuine. The tote\u2019s goofy drawing of an adorable dog confirmed this.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Patty\u2019s only sport was throwing eggs from the roof. Her routine: Never buy more than a dozen and never frequent the same supermarket twice in a row. Go to the roof between 9:30 p.m. and 10:30 p.m. except when Betty White was on. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Patty\u2019s eyesight and aim were lousy but it was fun.  She liked the traffic lights blinking red and green as bikers zoomed through them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She peeked over the railing. In luck, a biker was speeding along. Mort claimed underhand never worked. I\u2019ll show him. Patty swung her left hand behind her, cradling the egg and flung.  She missed but the yoke splattered close enough for the biker to slam on her brakes and look up. Patty ducked. What a nasty girl. No manners. And the language!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ten minutes later, she spied a guy riding his bike on the sidewalk. No helmut. What a shame. By some miracle she hit him on his braided head. The bike skidded then crashed into the truck that always blocked the side street to the bus stop. Two for the price of one. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

 White specks of broken shells were in his hair. With his right arm he wiped the egg yoke streaming down his face. He steered the smashed bike down the street. What\u2019s this? He\u2019s stopping at the front door to their condo. He turned suddenly and looked up. Patty stared into Mort\u2019s no-good nephew\u2019s hate filled eyes. Always coming by for a hand-out. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was downstairs and opening her front door in seconds. Even so, Hank was already yapping at Mort while he wiped his face with one of their dish towels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat happened, Hank?\u201d she said with a gentle smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stared at her. Threw the towel onto a table and pushed his iPhone into her face. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Patty saw herself peeking off the roof. \u201cThat\u2019s a nice shot. I was watering the roof plants.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHank, I\u2019m broke. Sorry,\u201d Mort said unconvincingly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI bet this sweet lady can help a starving student attacked from her roof.\u201d Hank had a way with words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Patty reached into her purse.<\/p>\n

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