molly 8

 Daryl slowly drove his small but new company car into the underground parking of a tall hotel. he optimisticly announced "i feel optimistic that we will soon find a space." molly noticed the emotional change, in contrast to those  emotions which they had felt then, at the crash. He quikly  found a space and carefully drove the car backwards into the space.   daryl proudly announced, "yesterday was the last time i backd out of a spot, dangerously--o-k" she doubtfully agreed, althoe she sometimes bakd out. darryl parkd  successfully.

the only option, to go upward from the parking level was annoyingly climbing steps by foot. darryl gently moand "these ecological fanatics went too far. we are like primitives as if  elevators were  forbidden." after an awkward silence,  he mournfully continued "what about the fuss about wheel chairs ! that requires necessary accessibility... according to the SAME modern liberal crap." again she was silent.

during the laborious climb, she finally commented "stair-climbing is healthy. we already climbed around twenty steps.--truly we climbed exactly 20" he slowly corrected her. So she asked "are you sure?--yep, I am really certain."

At the wooden door,  she cheerfully opend it and they entered the elegant lobby. a fancy frame held an ad "eat meaty, not organic plants." daryl cheerfully smiled as such a phrase 

woud only be found in a purchased ad, to necessarily balance the peer pressure to urgently prefer organic and "save the veal". he excitedly pointed the ad to her by saying "i really like that ideal ad--is it ironic sarcasm or sincere?--you are too intelligent, for me". the long lobby was narrow. Darryl chivaresly offerd "do you wanna sit here first, in these chairsor this soft sofa?--I prefer a personal booth." she answered. They briskly waukd to the elaborately decorated entrance of the restrant. he stopd by the elevated desk to patiently wait for any waitress. One blond one hurriedly pasd,  without stopping. Molly doubtfully presd the button on the desk. An  electronic number instantly flashed and appeared showing the yellow digits 12. they immediately started searching for table twelve, as they calmly began to zig and zag between the other  tables. each ornate table top was a different color. in contrast to other restaurants where all the tables were blak top, here several tables were  different shades of red. others were green or white or various shades of blue. Each had another color.

finally they saw table 12 and waukd strait toward it. Molly hastily sat but he recalld that she preferd a private booth. so he presd the call button on the table and a message appeard "calld". then they patiently sat and waited for somebody to move them. they sat silently. after checking the clock that five minutes had pasd, daryl stood. molly askd where are you going?--to find a personal booth for you--i only said that kuz i hate lobbys where everybody is passing but here is fine" she explained soothingly. darryl sat and askd her "is anything interesting happening in the world?" that led to a nice dialog until a waitress, wearing a tag, named charlit, came and politely offerd them either the drink menu or the meal menu. daryl said "we begin with water" so she left.

While darryl and molly sat comftirbly by the clean table, molly curiously askd him "why didn't you scream when your nebbir tragicly died?--kuz we must be tuff--i meant, um,  you rarely cry and you did sob sadly,  but in contrast to the terrible crash when you screamd, why not for your nebbir who you knew?--i simply guess that seeing the blood causd me to scream there--but your nebbir also bled horribly--that's it! when i knew the guy i responded genuinely with sadness, i started to cry,  but for a stranger i responded with reflex and instinct to scream loudly." concluded darryl wisely. he suddenly noticed the handsome waiter approaching hastily, who skillfully balanced a big tray, with two larj stem-cups and a huge jug of water.

the waiter with water warned them "we do not serve kosher food--what's that" askd darryl. "i dunno either but i dutifully tell everyone." molly askd "but why DONT you know?--kuz we DONT have it" emphasized the waiter with a teasing smile. he slowly pourd water from the jug into the larj glasses almost fully. he askd "are you comftirbil?-yes" they replied in chorus. "shall i leave the jug or is that enuf water here?--yep" responded darryl stupidly. molly clarified "please leave it kuz water is the best drink." darryl added, "later we will also order better drinks too." molly commented "you pourd enuf, generously". darryl noted the cups were high due to the stem. molly returnd to the kosher issue and said "kosher is what jews need.--seems like an adequit explanation" responded the waiter politely. Darryl openly stated "you are smart but that is boring. we are allowed anything. where are the menus?--i like that you are genuine", praised molly. the waiter who wore a tag "walter" explained that the meals  would be expensive so he must ask if they want the cheaper menu or the expensive menu.

darryl  already felt  foreign, althoe he daily ate at restrants, this had never happened. to hide his nervousness he joked "water from waiter walter." Molly reliably replyd, "today, cheap menu." before darryl could protest, walter readily responded "excelent choice. i will bring the dairy menu and hot coffee." however, Darryl firmly protested "i genuinely feel generous, now--that is stupid, dont spend too much money just kuz the ad said eat meaty" molly criticized. walter added "I sincerely assure you the cheap meu is also delicious food and we must serve everything fresh, for our honorable reputation." Darryl happily said "i prefer an enjoyable meal with these tall stem-cups." an awkward silence reigned so he continued "most days, i mean i eat in restrants lots of times, greek ones,  turkish ones, usualy the cups are low," concluded darryl  joyfully. "let's have a special meal" agreed molly. walter  immediately went to bring the menu. darryl noticed that his pants were khaki and a pretty lady sat together with a man on the same soft sofa in a booth.

molly hisd at darryl "that is not efficient. you are a kind person yet still you should not spend money freely.--but the tall cups are special.--that is a crazy reason--i am trying to be likable and i can afford it.--i never said you were poor. even wealthy people AWT to spend efficiently.--your idea is right." concluded darryl who did not pursue the argument and insted smiled at her. he thout she was hiding that she preferd spending. molly added, in a tone of regret for being stubborn,  "anyway we will enjoy a favorable experience." the waiter virtuously returnd early. he gave the menus and droned boringly about the many healthy options, that filled a fifth of the menu. loud noise drowned the droning as an old couple yelld at each other in hebrew. molly knew they must be israeli based on the language. she did not interrupt the waiter, but did reassure herself that a few israelis must be good. Darryl did interrupt "all food is beneficial ergo healthy". Molly kindly encouraged walter "that is interesting please continue." walter grind favorably, "you are nice, we also serve our famous shell-free crab in our sweet sauce.--that sounds wonderful" said darryl, clearly happy. "i heard your special sweet sauce is purple?" molly asked in a questioning tone. walter explained "correct, and it is great.--purple is funny"  Darryl joked uneasily. the waiter stated "by the way i heard only RELIJIS jews need kosher, and that the term means valid.--i thout jew was religion?" askd darryl. "nope some are secular jews" explaind molly  importantly. "anyway lets enjoy a pleasant meal" urged darryl.

molly normally ate simple meals, kuz spending less is wiser. she worried that if d and her were married, he would use up all the money on expensive meals. then how would she have money to buy dresses? her appearance was important, ergo money was central among her prioritys. she needed dresses when she danced. a long time ago, she had not yet forgotten her good dancing. while she thout about memorys of easily dancing, but recently mediocre dancing, darryl imagined a pile of newly boiled cubes of crab meat in a porcelain dish with sweet purple sauce around it. Since last year he had not eaten crab. he noticed a short woman walking past. Darryl asked "what do you consider a handsome man?--a symmetrical face" answerd molly. "which things in life are easy?--choosing correctly from "multiple choice" exams.--i agree kuz when you see the answer it reminds you of the lesson.--althoe too often none of the answers are suitable." running out of ideas, darryl soud this table is sound wood."

molly rescued the dialog by asking "what do you consider virtuous deeds and proper deeds?" Daryl thout and finally answerd "i dunno people think religion provides the answers to stuff like that but i dont like religions. i just live simply." molly offerd, "if you found a wallet with an id card you woud probably honorably return it.-i saw on tv a kid returned a wallet and the guy accused him of taking money from it.--ugh, the modern world sucks kuz this kid did a worthy noble action and then sufferd from it.--the lesson is reliable advice: dont return a wallet and since it wont get back to the owner anyway better to use the money." the moral discussion felt unsatisfying. molly strongly wished that proper deeds led naturaly to beneficial results. darryl askd "will you do anything fun tomorrow?--i have tickets to musical theater--that is normal, kuz every video has background music in every scene--i meant the type with people singing during the story. A cold wind enterd from outside as the door opend. "i like when people sing good" commented darryl. molly corrected him "you mean "i like good singing"--what's the difference?--althoe the word good is an adverb, speaking properly means not saying  substandard terms so since "good" is considerd substandard as an adverb ergo i changed the action into the noun "dancing".--skillfull" darryl praised her. molly continued, "so we can change actions from verbs into nouns like "slowly walking" to "slow walker".--"is that legal?" teased daryl. the conversation was not natural. 

last time the dialog had proceeded excellently. molly had enjoyed talking to him. but now she felt too academic and nerdy and he seemd too simple... about everything... grammar and his previous interaction earlier, and morality... yet those issues were not real issues. the important stuff was money and health. well he ate at restrants so frequently the money would rush away. she had hoped to get back together with darryl, but just kuz he complimented her hair wasnot a reason. the dialog was slow... he would pump all his money out... no tropical vacations... and she did not even enjoy being near him... she considered separating now, but felt bad dropping him the same day that they had slept... but guys do that regularly... and it would save him money on two expensive meals if she would be honest. "darryl we need to talk", said molly softly, echoing the common break-up phrase. "yup, this talk is BORING, lets talk about dancing". 

molly felt torn... this could save the dialog but maybe this save was too late... she did not feel strong enuf to separate now but better now then to lead him on. "i mean i think we shoud separate". darryl's eyes jumped wide open. she continued "i dont feel ill, the time is not " very late" but still i dont like that you spend so much money... on me." darryl gazed at her clearly shokd. "so i dont want you to buy me a fancy dinner and we should stop dating."--"really? i think you are pretty"--i am certain, so if you want we can meet for dancing next week but we must stop dating now. darrryl now realized he was wrong about her wanting to spend. she had been sincere. so he asked "when was the last time you bought a dress?"--"i buy one each week"--so isnt that 400 dollars per month?--yes that's  why we should not spend on expensive meals." darryl gazed at her in horror. she also spent lots just on other stuff... molly continued "that is the reason money is important to me and we should stop dating it wont lead anywhere.--well i can be flexible and buy you a meal at the place you feel comfy.--great, lets go" molly urged. "i can eat here alone later" darryl calmly explained. molly repeated "great let's leave--but are we separating?--yes ! i know its your money and i should not interfere yet still i cant bear your  spending so we must stop dating. and you dont need to by me ANY meal kuz now we stop dating.

they had not seen the waiter return but he heard that and blurt out "harsh... oops i mean can i take your order oh man..."--i will be back tmoro caden" darryl assured his waiter. caden, whose tag said walter left. "you mean his name is not walter?? you even said walter!" molly whined. "i was nervous, i feel nervous around pretty girls i dont wanna turn them off you know?" now mollly felt ill, she said "just take me home with you." they silently walked to the stairway  and downward. darryl safely  drove homeward. they did not even try to converse until reaching  the tower where they lived and the crime scene of the tragic murder. he slowd and stopd by the curb and molly jumpd out and ran straight to the door of her tower. she had no appetite anymore.

darryl parked and rode the elevator upward. 

he enterd his room where everything was thrown around from their fun. he did not feel like cleaning now.  thoroughly cleaning  his room would be easier tmoro. in fact why wait? he phoned the same restrant and reserved a table... but none wold be available until 9pm. darryl cussd and murmurd "women suck" which is slang for they are horrid.

t.b.c=to be continued.