molly part 3
continuing from part 2
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Molly waved again for the waitress who hurried to her table and waited silently. molly also waited so the waitress waited too. hence the name waiter. molly finally said "i am ready to pay--i will bring the check--no i must give a check to pay--sorry we do not take payment in checks but i will bringyou the check" the waitress meant the bill which is called a check despite the word having several meanings.
After molly payd using her plastic credit card she left the dim diner and walkd across the lobby to the white plastic telephone. first she presd "nine" so the device would know the following numbers were for outside the building not inside the tec tower. then she diald froom memory the number for daryl's cellular phone. she listened and counted the number of rings one pause two finally she heard daryls voice "i am not interseted in whatever you are trying to sell me" her heart trembled emotionally. as she announced "i am molly" trying to mollify him from being botherd by sales. after an awkward pause daryl askd "molly who?--molly mohhiro--oh good. when will you come?" daryl askd.
mlly was shokd. why was he expecting her? they had not spoken in several weeks. almost a full month. "um i want to meet you tomorow after work--cant you come sooner? i prefer now--uh okay i can change my schedule and come now from the hi-tec tower--and please bring my shirt--certainly i will arrive around..." but she did nt finish her sentence kuz she heard the clik indicating daryl had cut the connection, switching off the communication.
molly said aloud "i cant believe he hung up on me" and then considered that silly phrase hung up. in the age of cell phones we dont literally hang up the phone the way we did in the past when phones HUNG. now even the public phones were switched off due to the fact that everybody carried a cell phone.
molly left the warm lobby into the harsh air of the new york city winter. she hurried along the sidewalk which had salt chunks scatterd to prevent ice. a few yards later she reached the edge of the property under the resposibility of the hi-tec tower. the sidewalk had four inches of snow same as the grass along both sides of the sidewalk. her white boots crunched into the soft snow as she rushed to her building that she rented. it was beside the hi-tec tower. she turned right from the sidewalk to hurry along the narrow paveed path to her building. the snow was only one inch deep indicating that in the morning management had removed the snow but knew snow had fallen.
she reached the door and waved at the door man. he did not open the door. molly tapd her code on the glass display, 4835, the glass had replaced the previous pad of buttons and her gloves were bigger than the squares displaying each number. the door unlocked so she yankd it open and the new guy demanded "who are you--bug off, you saw i know the code" she replied annoyed and rushed to the elevator. the new guy warnd "the elevator wont work unless you tell me who you are". she ignored him and presd the square that requested the elevator. the light surrounding the square switched off immediately as if she had not presd. so she presd again and the lyt shne but only for a second. she was forced to return to the doorman and tel him her name. "i am molly i live on the seventeenth floor--show me photo id please" he demanded. she grabd the tab for the wye of her zip and unzipd her puffy cobalt blue coat. she showed the new guy her card with a photo and her name. in an almost moanful tone the door man said "THANK you" in the tone he would say the words he wanted to say "you COULD have shown that when you first enterd."
the gard switched on the elevator to allow the doors of the entrance to open. molly hurryd from the desk of the gardturnd right and reached the 2 pairs of elevators. 2 on her ryt and 2 to her left. this time when she presd the square with the shape of an arrow that jut outward so she coul FEEL she was pressing the arrow pointing up, even thru her thik gloves, the red border around the metal square glowed and stayd lit. she had cald the elevator. she felt angry at this delay. daryl had asked her to come NOW yet the doorman had delayed her by not opening the door. she had lost time typing her code and then lost more time when the elevaotr would not accept her request and lost more time showing her card to the gard and NOW even MORE time lost WAITING for the elevator to come down to the entry corridor. she was so frustrated b ythe delay considering that daryl was willing to see her NOW... that she blurted out aloud, "there are FOUR freeking elevators how can they ALL be busy." to her surprse the gard apologized "sorry i only allowed one to come to the lobby but i will allow all four". molly opend her eyes very much in surprise raising her eyebrows that such an option was even possible. and feeling joy that soon ONE of the four would soon come so she could rejoin her lover. she considered that she had been so frustrated that she complained aloud, allowing the gard to here. a patient person would have simply waited... and waited more. the gard would never change the instructions for the computer as this guy had called all four elevator boxeswhen he heard her complaint.
finally she heard "ding" from behind her. "oof" she blurt out. the new tec HAD signald to her on the monitor the letter of the elevator but she had not looked at the monitor ! she had simply felt for the correct arrow and presd.
she spun quickly as the doors behind her separated and slid open with a swish. she hurried in to the elevator and extended a glove to jam the button labeld 17 in thik blak digits that were not smooth but bumpy in the pattern called brail so the blind coud feel and know which number. she felt the brail bumps even thru her black cotton mitts. the elevator rushed up and she felt pressure on her feet as it acceperated upward. in the time she inhaled and exhaled she was already at her level. she had lost enuf time at least this trip was fast and uninterrupted. the dors swishd apart and she hurried out from the elevator and suddenly stopd confused. should she turn ryt or left?
she calculated if she had spun to enter this elevator that meant relative to the entrance she had enterd the LEFT pair. now the left pair was behind her she must turn LEFT twice to get to her small rented room. other days she would use the ryt pair then when she must exit ryt and then left. every day was different and she needed to keep her mind on these details. so she left towards her left, passing between two elevators and facing room 1706, kuz room 1705 was the area of the elevators that did not exist. a corridor extended in both sides, to her ryt a dark empty corridor dimly lit by lyt from the window to her left and she could barely see the decorative painting on the wall between the last two doors for rooms 1701 and 1702 the one in the row exterior of the building. nearer her were 1703 facing 1704. she understood that the space beyond that wall with the picture was the space of a room. she did not know if the room, with the door on the ryt or the left, used that space. anyway as usual her second turn was left toward the side with the window. she soon reachd her room 1710 that faced 1709 at the exterior corner of the tower. she presd her card on the glass screen and her door unlokd so she presd down on the lever and opend the door.
a small lyt switchd on when she clikd the door lever. she enterd her small rental room. three small rectangles of lyt glowed with a dull orinj lyt one under the window that faced her and the door, in addition to two more beside the doors of her clothing closet. she had not opend the curtains that coverd the window kuz she wanted to keep the heat in the room instead of cooling the air touching the cold glass windows. she switched the bryt lyt on.
the edj of the door was in the corner so the wall was by her shoulder as she enterd. the wall was coverd by soft sauft fuzzy pale gray carpet that she brushed against as she enterd. this was better than banging on the wall and helpd limit sound between the rental rooms.
she walked between the carpeted wall and the door to the toilet and realized she needed it, but she could wait until arriving quicker at daryl; but no. she did not want the first thing at daryl's room to be using the toilet. so after chekking that the door that she had enterd was lokd she pushd down on the lever on the door of the toilet room and she emptied some liquid waste from her body. then she used paper to dry her body. last she waved her hand over a sensor so the toilet flushd the paper and the liquid out into the pipes. molly thout "civilization is GOOD." on the ryt side of the toilet was a small square stall, for a shower. its floor was lower than the floor so the water woud not escape to the floor of the toilet room. stepping away from the toilet she faced a sink and the wall with a broad mirror. she lookd at her pale lips. no time for any of that, kuz daryl had said come now.
she moved her ryt hand under a tube and the sensor pumpd out one small jet of liquid soap. she rubbed her hands... OOF she had not yet removed her mitts.
she peeld off her gooey mitt and the other and tosd the pair into a net to wash later. considering she had accidently worn her mitts, ergo her hands had been coverd when she used the toilet and dried herself so she coud simply wash the mitts... but she ALWAYS washd her hands so again she moved her hand to the tube that jut from the wall to get another jet with a portion of liquid soap. she rubbed the soap all around her clean hands. finally she extended her hands under the faucet and warm water, always the same temperature 105 degrees f' a bit warmer than her skin gushed out and she rubbed her soapy hands together washing off the soap and enjoying the warmth on the cold day. this was not a wash for cleanliness just for habit and she kept her hands longer for pleasure slowly counting down from ten but not longer kuz she wanted to get to daryl.
she did not even swap her shirt.
SHIRT that reminde her he had askd her to bring his shirt and she had agreed. but she did not have his shirt? she thout as she dried her hands on the thik pink towel. as she rushed out from the toilet room she heard a clik as the auto lyt switched off behind her and the toilet room darkend. she recald back in the "dark ages" she had needed to switj the lyt ON as she enterd and later OFF as she left which became a habit and then on saturdays when she exited the lit toilet room and would switj off the lyt from habit her parents would gasp loudly she recald feeling trauma and guilt as her fanatic parents had made her feel guilty for switching the lyt on their holy sabbath but she had not intended it was only habit but they criticized her and made her feel gulty each time she switjd the lyt just from habit and even now she even felt the shok and trauma from the sudden gasp. at least they did not HIT her as punishment. they had stopd hitting her after she had went to a nebbor home and reprted to the cops that her parents were violent and the cops had come but no time to think about that now.
she turnd ryt and stepd past the small orinj lyt at the corner of the wall and the floor. she faced the closet and realized that the space of the closet extended into the volume of the adjacent room. and that the depth of her colset must by adjacent to the the depth of her nebors closet. she imagined that NOW when she stood in her closet her nebbor floyd stood aligned with her in his closet that was beside her its depth extending until the carpeted wall by her door. as if the two rooms overlapd each other.
she grabd the jeans daryl had left from the last time he visted that she had washed for him. she left the closet and above the second orinj lyt at the corner of the floor and carpeted wall were drawers. she opend each and flipd thru her folded clothing. she saw all were her shirts. drawer by drawer she drew each one and chekd. she did not have his shirt. she spun to her bed in the space behind the shower room. she had been in a hurry that morning and the thik quilt was tangeld but no time now to smooth it. she rushed back out the door from her room and puld it shut behind her. it clikd lockd. an electronic whirrrr sounded as bars slid into the thick steel door from all sides, like a bank vault. she had not switjd off the bryt lyt but the motion sensror would know that noone was in the room and would switj off the lyt soon. she puld another pair of mitts from her pockets; the dark blue ones; that matched her cobalt blue coat. as she hurryd along the empty corridor to the elevator she jugled his jeans as she put on the gloves.
she reached the elevator bank and presd the square with arrow pointed up. the request registerd and the "red square" glowd. this tme she noticed the monitor which displayd "A". she lookd for the elevator labeld a and faced it; ready to go up to daryls room on the top floor, the 21 level.
she enterd the empty box which zipd her up a few levels. she turned from the elevator to the room nearest the elevator bank but it was not his room 2106. she spun back the other way to 2106 the nearest room to the elevator bank in its corridor.
she lay her card on the glass monitor and two quik beeps were heard inside. no time pasd and he had not opend the door so she flashd the card again on the glass monitor but no expected beeps. she slowly counted to ten and lay her card on the screen two more beeps. the monitor showd a message "hi clair i am in the shower". OOF who the hek was clair? the machine should know her name from the card.
considering daryl was in the shower she puld her cell phone from her skirt pocket and opend her "photo gallery". she enjoyed looking at the many pictures and screenshots of stuff she enjoyed. but sooner than she expected the door of 2106 klikd unlokd so she jumpd and opend the door. daryl was standing his hair wet wearing a purple robe. his hairy legs both jut below the robe. molly thout "gross; men shoud also shave their legs" but stood silently. "hi clair" daryl greeted her with a wide grin. "who the hek is clair" molly snarld suspiciously. "sorry remind me your name again i thout your name was clair". molly felt so hurt that she almost left his room. how coud he forget her name. people forget stufff but was she so trival to him?
"i am molly and i brout your jeans--thanks but i dont care about those you can keep em. where is my shirt?--i dont have your shirt--yes you do" responded daryl, his grin vanishing "i know i left my magenta shirt at your place in november. you know how much that shirt means to me kuz it was the last gift my gramma gave me and then she suddenly died a day later." molly felt shokd. she was finally with daryl and he was accusing her of losing his fave shirt. molly replyd, "i dont have it.--i cant believe you LOST my special shirt. how could you be so reckless" daryl exclaimed in an annoyed tone. molly felt angry that he was acccusing her falsely of losing his beloved shirt. but she hid her emotion and said "i chekd my drawers i dont have it." now daryl was maad. he started yelling "you lost it. you know that shirt was very important to me."
molly made up a defense "clair must have it--no you are clair i recognize you i left it at your room, it was a gift from my granny. and you agreed to bring it. molly pannikd. she knew the importance of not yelling bak at him but she coud not apologize for a false accusation. she knew she must not argue and glanced around the room in pannik. his room was much longer than hers. the width from the door to the window was the same but the length was at least 5 yards across. between the windows also coverd by curtains same as her curtains were covering the windows, was a larj frame with a picture of daryl with his boyfrend mykil. the date was in the corner of the pic 12.12.20 molly thout "saved" and pointed to the pic. "you took it with you last week when you slept with your bi frend mykl". daryl ignored her and her pointing finger and shouted more "molly you stubid beech you gotta take care of other peopls stuff !! and mykil is not a bi he is GAY i am the one who is bi... and how do you know i slept with him last week??" he concluded and fnally followed her blue mitt pointing at his photo a larj photo in a fancy cyan-blue frame. yes there was his magenta short, the one granny gave him, the last gift before her sudden death, and he WORE it on the trip to mykil. he recald the fun weekend playing golf like prezident trump did and the pleasure of sleeping with mykil. "sorry" daryl hisd as he tryd to reverse his emotions from stormy raging anger about his shirt to mollify himself. he focussed on the fun memry of the time with mykil. and now his best frend molly was here. daryl composed himself and said in a lawyer tone " i apolgize for my words and reaction and for falsely accusing you.--apology ACCEPTED" rejoiced molly as she jumped onto his purple robe and hugd him. pressing her soft cheek jamd into his soft frreshly shaved cheek his wet hair brushed her faceand she squeezd her chest with his. after a brif hug she jumpd bak and said "now get dressd we have much to discuss".
daryl lookd sad. "after a hug like that i thout we woul NOT dress" he hinted. molly thout "ugh men they just switch from yellin at you to making babys in a blink. i dont want intimacy with a guy who just accused me that is not a frend. and worse falsely and with yelling. she needed time to switch her emotions. now she felt joy that he realized she was innocent and not reckless but intimacy should be at nyt.
she had made exceptions in the past... the guy had not even used a condom so SHE had used a pad to drip out onto same as her monthly drip... but that was gross during the day. she knew daryl would use the condom and she woud not need to drip out but still she did not feel like intimacy after she accused him. first she wanted enjoy being NEAR him. and save the iintimacy for night time.
as she thout all this daryl was pulling on his dark nlue brifs pulling up. then he shed his robe like a snake mlting its long skin and the purple robe slid to the floor showing his smooth boyish chest. she was glad that bi men shave their chest and underarms same as men expected of her. she just wished they would at least shorten their LEG hairs too same as they trimd their pyubes short. ugh she did not like thinking about pyubes.
daryl askd, "so what do you have planned" as he grabd his jeans from her arm apparently forgetting that he said she coud have 'em.
molly told him her plans. but as she talked abruptly a loud BANG it was the loudest bang molly had ever heard in her life and the sound was similar to a gunshot from tv but much louder.
daryl ran topless out his door wearing his jeans and barefoot on the dark green carpet of the corridor and glanced along the corridor at the... corpse. his nebbir mr. Alvirez lay in a puddle of dark red blood. "oh Allin" daryl whined and ran toward the bloody corpse. he chekd allin's nek for pulse bu there was no hurt beet. blood continued flowing on his shirt but sadly it was a steady flow not pulsing from a heart beat. daryl swung abruptly from the joy of seeing his best frend molly who had not lost his shirt, and the joy that his shirt was not lost too the horror of murder and the grief of the loss of a dear frend allin who he would never talk to again. daryl burst into tears and started mourning the loss of his dear frend and a time like this even his precious shirt was not as great a loss as a dear frend. molly had followed daryl from his pent-house room on the top floor.she stood by the door and gazed.she was finally with daryl but nothing like she expected he had interrupted her with accusations, about the gift from his granny, and now interrupted by a murder. well this would be easy to solve they coud just look at the camras
to be continued.
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