molly 9

continuing from the trip home after the separation... daryl drove his ex home.

surprisingly early, molly returned to her dimly lit and cool room. in the warm corridor, the arab and spaniard immigrants had waved to her... flirtily... creepy. many single immigrants some short and others usual, had moved in during november. she had sulkily pasd the tiny room owned by the chinese students,  who had recently swapd with a quiet hebrew couple. was she the only native in the building? that query discouragingly added to her loneliness. those hebrews had their own classical language, and claimed that they were not zionists. she thout that they truly were zionists just not publicly. they probably felt lonely too... but they were coupled.

her surprising day was a  zigzag roller coaster ride of sudden ups and downs. her optimistic hope was awfuly ruind. fake frends who were painfully exposed as not real frends... until none remained. she pessimisticly doubted her hopeless future: alone. had she chosen poorly? was she correct to suddenly separate from daryl? certainly. 

large expenses are very important. he regularly spent much money on expensive restaurants and what would remain for buying an adequit house. her appearnace was important too: fixing her common blak hair and wearing good dresses... not the cheap stuff. she forbade herself fancy puffy dresses but she honestly needed decent dresses. she felt emotionaly tired... she slowly trudged forward, towards her bed. showering  now would feel nice. soon she woud shower.

she briefly considered how rich was daryl? how was he able to frequently buy fancy meals. could he realy be wealthy enough for both luxury meals and her regular dresses? and a home and a car? well he had a company car so no need to buy a car. hmm.

before she showered, she quickly glanced at her old dresses. four were already faded,so she hesitatinglt puld them out, first a flowery one with many colors.  second the violet one that she often wore. the third was blue and the fourth would be shameful to wear anymore.  she spent a fourth of her salary on dresses but they were so expensive and did not last. the dye died too soon. this year, she had joyfully bought that fourth one and already it faded. she coud wear the second old one, maybe one last time. she must buy more later.

money.... what if she sweld fat?  women always got more fat after weddings. this was not a holy thout yet true. then her dresses would not fit anymore. they would be small... and she woud need to by new dresses... and worse she woud be heavy. furthermore she coud not wear the same colors each week. black and yellow repetitively. even if she preserved her thin form.

she was not skinny just thin. she decided to give just one simple dress to the poor. but shoud she give a faded one? here hung one that she wore a few times already. sadly she parted with the seventh dress, with two shades of green joind by a wavy border. 

giving was too difficult. however, she woud buy different ones... many dresses... so she coud give one. people say giving makes you feel happy... she was not happily nor easily giving. she nearly faild to pull the dress out for donation. 

there was an ugly orinj dress which she wore only once. sad molly thout about the waste paying over 100$ for a modern dress which she almost never used. that shoud be the one to donate. whoever wore that, woud be popular. after separating those 3 dresses she felt that her sudden choice was at risk of cancellation by her regret. first she must shower, again. she woud donate the dresses this week. now that she had decided, she imagined some young girl who coud not buy her own, happily enjoying the dresses she woud soon donate.

she woud also donate that ancient antique tray, with decorations. She never used it and now regretted buying it at the home sale. was she being pessimistic about the money? she answered herself simply "large expenses were important." since she had already showered, now she had a quik shower.

daryl also felt shokd at the sudden change from reunion to separation.  well like most guys he can  quietly move forward. to the next 3 billion females... well... the young youthful ones. he pourd himself a cold drink. then shiverd thinking of the snow as he drank it smoothly. he unexpectedly enjoyed the coolness. 

daryl went to his only car. he turned  leftward, and hungrily drove back to the restaurant. he had a hungry tummy to feed. at the wide  intersection he counted a tenth of the journey. he counted the women that had separated from him this week. one dawn, ,two sally, three molly who had harshly separated in the public place. he was certain that he woud acheive an actual success with the fourth lady. he had single-handedly chased away three ladys in just one week. or were they too choosy? youthfuly oversensitive. he carefully stopd by the red lyt. relationships were hard and confusing.  did he actually care? 

the gap until the next intersection seemd longer so he counted seventh of the trip. he wondered dreamily "were many women that picky? usualy he woud date each lady for at least a week before separations, but this week had short segments... fragments. maybe he shoud rejoice that he met 3 in one week.  he was far from the status of the seducers... yet even three was hardly an acheivement.

Half way there.  finding another lady woud be easy. more green lyts... only an 8th or 9th of the trip remained... some ladys were simply too mean.. he felt that he drove a far distance, despite the same as when he drove molly homeward. 

had he done something bad to chase molly away? he only acted his nature. now he was near the eatery. he glanced distractedly at his lyt bag, it was creamy white with red circles and nearly empty. he shortly concluded that the meeting was flawless. 

he coolly drove near the entrance. there was no parking available. this trouble was also caused by molly. now he was forced to park elsewhere and walk far... in the cold.  he forcefully hisd "lady's suck... which is slang for "they are horrid".