molly part two

 continuing from molly in the diner

comprehend analyze discuss: a christmas and new year story (thinkforyourselfn8.blogspot.com)

note: this story contains some rarely used short words, for example the adverb ter. links to the list of words with their meaning:

https://thinkforyourselfn8.blogspot.com/2019/02/short-rare-tu-words.html

https://thinkforyourselfn8.blogspot.com/2019/02/short-rare-vwxyz-words.html

Molly waved quikly at a pretty waitress who hurried to her table and politely asked, while smiling, "how can i aid you?". The waitress wore a light blue dress with long sleeves and a white apron with squared corners. her hair was blond in contrast to molly's black hair. molly knew that people thout blond hair was prettier. she recalled daryl who had said he liked jet black hair best. molly asked for tea. the waitress who had blue eyes quickly jot it down and energeticly spun to get the tea. "ta" called molly. "sorry, what?" asked the waitress. "ta means thank you", molly explained. the waitress replied politely "yep" then walked to the urn to fill cups with boiling water.

a man enterd the diner from the lobby. his hair was dark brown. he wore an ugly tan suit. he scand the empty diner and then approached molly. molly quiverd nervously at the strange man walking toward her. he announced "i am tec cleg. you know like a private investigator". she responded "yea" kuz she knew tec meant detective. "i am investigating a crime."

somehow the waitress knew and brout a tray with two small saucers each under a small porcelin cup filled with hot water from an urn. she carefully lay each saucer on the table and then a bowl with tea bags and a tin with the word sugar to label it. a tiny disc held two bits of cake. molly protested "we did NOT order cake--we give free tits with the tea." the tec said "ta" too. the waitress replied "you're welcome". the tec swifly grabbed the tag of the teabag and lay the bag on top of the hot water. then he used a spoon to jam it into the water. meanwhile, molly slowly extended her fork to jab its tip into a tit of dark choklit cake. cleg lifted the tin of sugar and started to slightly tip it and then used a small spoon for the sugar. 

molly askd "how did she know to bring twa?" cleg tugd his tea bag and impatiently replied "tut". Molly said, "i am trying to write a novel". they heard the sound of "tum" from the amp. the tec finally replyd, "i hope it is not a crime novel". she responded "nope it is a drama novel". the tec said "ugh, i hate authors.  imaginary stuff. i like facts. that is the reason i became a tec--I wrote a tod of storys" she stated, glad he could not see that she hid her nervous squirming by curling her toes, in her white boots under the table. "i am certain your tod will grow to a ton of storys", he soothed her.

"which crime?" she askd. he explained that a tom specificly a tup was stolen mysteriously. she knew a tup was a male sheep. he coulda said ram. "Where was the scene of the crime?--"uh, on the tor east of the city". she knew that word too. "tor a prominent hill" she quoted. he concluded "the only witness was a tot--why wasnt the sheep tied?--the tot said he freed it and had held its leash as he walkd towing it from the garden. he decided to tye it, using a string from a toy, but before he tyd it the leash slipd and it fled." 

as he told the story, cleg pulled a fake leather bound booklet from his pouch. he pulled a tab that was tukd in a loop to hold it shut, and opend his booklet to review the facts. she  dipd her teabag in the water, and started to use a spoon to stir, but in her nervousness the spoon would tap the cup as she stird. cleg added ter sugar. then he stird and the spoon rattled as it banged the cup many times erraticly. much more noise than her stirring with a tap and another.

cleg continued "when the tot chased his tup, he was distracted by a wild teg, you know, a young female deer, not a doe but in her second year". "then he claims a man with a grey beard stole his tup. then he cryd kuz he wanted to free it and now it would not be free." the tec explaind.

she shout back to her m who cnstantly complained that molly was not productive. she had signed up for tat lessons to make things using knots. but she must not dwell on the past. now she was sitting with cleg p-i. "do you think the motive was to get the wool from the sheep? or to taw its skin?" she askd the tec. he replied "i thout tau was the  greek letter like the letter tee, not a verb--true but the same sound is like the words tew and taw, for methods of processing skin.--you are very educated, far from being a tib--wow, thanks, and speaking of greek letter one is zy but spelled using ex, the letter xi--i wot.  you say the letter zed insted of the letter zee--yup--anyway the tot recalls the man wore a tall hat cald a taj, and his face had a tic, and had been there at the tid, just when it escaped." when she heard so many words that started with t her mind wandered to her past when she played the game "tig", that was fun kuz the kids would run away from the chaser. then her ma interrupted the fun game for her to go up from the yard for uke lessons when she learned boring music including the tone ut. her teacher was an italian wop.  tig. in contrast to other sports that needed an ump tig was simple and fun running. returning to the letter t, she had once watched the paving of a road when they poured hot tar and then had started to ted it. but she must stop dwelling in the past. now she was helping an investigation. "how can i aid you--i need you to go and get more facts from the tot about the story. you will work like a nanny, take him to the zoo and question him--good idea kids enjoy seeing the variety of animals at the zu, will anyone else assist us?--nope.

 she imagined a tot maybe 3 or 4 years age thinking that freeing a sheep was a kindness or virtue only to feel great woe to see it captured again. she planned to watch the tot and before bed put him in a tub and then to tog him in pyjamas for sleeping. after she agreed, concluding the business part she switched to pleasure by telling cleg about her pet bird as she had told her ex-frends. he said,  "um, if i could have a pet bird it would be a tui, kuz my favorite letter is t--i guess you dont mind paying TAX she emphasized. he shrugged and added "i would put the cage on my tun" as he handed her a paper money. she saw it was a ten, to pay for his tea. "keep the change" he commented as he started to zip quickly away. she wanted to tell him that her favorite letter was u despite she did not eat the urd bean, she enjoyed eating uva. she watched him zig and zag around the empty tables in the diner as he hurryd toward the exit. she would tell him at their next meeting.