Two young men look for romance in a shopping mall.
| Two younger and two older men waited for the bus. The younger men wore a nice pair of jeans with their shirts tucked in so that their bicepts were visible from the street. They were on their way to the Galleria. They had given both young men twenty dollars spending money at the mental hospital. One of the older men asked Barry for a smoke. Barry took out his pack of cigarettes and gave him one. Barry lit the cigarette for him.
"Say, brother," the older man said to Barry. "Think you could give me a couple of dollars so I can get some beer?"
"I gave you a cigarette and a light. Don't ask me for anything else," Barry snarled.
The bus arrived. The two young men walked to the back seats. Glimpses of nice houses with expensive cars in their driveways sped by out the window.
"I had a job where we had to move prefab homes through the downtown area. I learned how to talk to people then," Barry commented to Arthur.
The bus lurched into the mall's parking lot, and the two young men got off the vehicle like they belonged there.
The Galleria sold nice things to nice people who had nice money. There were boutiques, department stores, an arcade, a couple of bookstores, and a bakery full of rich looking cookies, all for the upscale people of Dallas. Mannequins dressed in stylish clothes stood in boutique windows. A female mannequin wore a silky, silver shirt with large black dots on it. Arthur realized those clothes cost way more than the money he had in his pocket. Music from an ice skating rink echoed upwards towards the roof of the cavernous place.
Barry spotted a well dressed woman. She wore rings on her fingers, and she had a dark complexion with black hair. She had a gold neckless set with rubies around her neck, with a gold and ruby cross hanging on her chest. Her dress accentuated her figure, and her face was deftly made up. Arthur was a little alarmed at the unabashed way Barry approached her.
"You look so gorgeous. I am amazed by how good you look," Barry gushed.
"That's a great compliment, coming from such a good looking and intelligent boy like you," the woman responded.
Arthur recalled a few lines from "War and Peace": "If I was not myself, but the bravest, cleverest, and wealthiest man in the world, and if I were free, I would go down on my knees this minute and beg you to marry me." It went something like that.
The two young men rested on a bench in the middle of the mall.
"I've got to find me a woman. Let's go to Braxton's and see if we can find a couple of women there," Barry ventured.
Arthur wondered if Barry was likely to blow off the hospital and go home with a woman for a few days. Arthur hated the way they had told him at the hospital that he was supposed to keep Barry in line while they were on their outing. Barry was supposed to be an adult.
"I'd rather go to B. Dalton's and look for women there," Arthur responded.
"You and those books. You can't get women in a bookstore," Barry answered.
"Yes you can. If you know what to look for you can."
"For every woman you get in a bookstore I can get ten at Braxton's."
"I like a woman of substance. I want a woman who has a brain."
"Well you go to B. Dalton's then. You can have those intelligent women. They all think they are some kind of female genius," Barry stated.
The manager at B. Dalton's enthralled Arthur. Her dark brown hair was pulled behind her ears, and a maroon sweater was draped across her shoulders with the sleeves tied across the front of her white blouse. Makeup would only diminish such a perfect face. A gold, heart shaped pendant hung from her neck. Arthur knew he couldn't approach her in any other guise than as a customer. Then Arthur noticed a book titled "The Delta of Venus", by Anais Nin, in the literature section. The beautiful young manager gave out a small cry as Arthur took the work of literature off the shelf. She was exactly what Arthur wanted - stunning to look at and smart.
This was where Arthur always stopped. How could he approach this stunning woman if he didn't have his own transportation, and he only had $20.00 in his wallet? He considered using Romeo's words to Juliet in Shakespeare's play: "If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine … ", but he was afraid he'd look silly if he tried. Besides, she was taken. Why else would she be wearing that gold pendant around her neck?
Arthur waited for Barry to show up at their designated bench.
"Did you have any luck?" Barry asked as he approached his companion.
"I did get some kind of a response from a woman," Arthur answered.
"Did she look at you? Did she say something to you?" Barry asked with playful sarcasm.
"No. She didn't do that."
"What did she do, show you her tits?" Barry's playful words were starting to bite.
"No. You wouldn't understand," Arthur patiently tried to explain.
"I understand. You got turned down cold," Barry responded.
"Well how about you then? How did you do?" Arthur asked his companion.
"I talked to this girl, but she was nuts. She'd be real friendly, and I'd be thinking, 'I got her. She's mine'. Then she'd start talking about some guy named Heathcliff. It was Heathcliff this, and Heathcliff that, and I'd be wondering what in the world she was saying."
Arthur had a small smile on his face.
"Some women are just crazy," Arthur muttered.
Arthur mused that Barry didn't know what the girl meant when she talked about "Heathcliff". Heathcliff was a character in a famous love story titled "Wuthering Heights".
The two young men rode the bus back to downtown Dallas, where they found a small café. Arthur still had all his money, so he could order a good meal there. He gazed at a picture on the wall of a beautiful and confident young woman sitting at a table with a handsome young man. There was a piece of pie in front of her, and she was delicately guiding a delicious looking morsel to her mouth.
Barry grabbed a flier off a stack of advertisements. Then he grabbed a pencil next to the stand and wrote "skank list" on the back of the piece of paper.
"I'm going to list all the skanks we're going to get at the hospital, and I am going to call it our skank list," Barry told Arthur.
"You must be totally cynical about women," Arthur commented.
"I don't know what that means. What does that mean?" Barry responded, confused.
"It means you think women are no good, and that it is stupid to try to have a meaningful relationship with them," Arthur returned.
There was a heavy silence, then Barry spoke.
"You can have your meaningful relationships. I just want to have fun," Barry replied.
Arthur knew this conversation would go nowhere if he tried to pursue it. The waitress brought their hamburgers, and the two young men ate in silence.
Barry finally said, "I don't know what you believe in your world, but in my world I am realistic, and I get a lot of women.
The massive wooden doors to the rooms reminded Arthur that they were in a locked down facility when they returned to the ward.
When they entered the lounge the other patients crowded around them and asked them if they had gotten the phone numbers of any young women. The two young men reluctantly admitted that they had struck out.
Wally edged up to Barry and quietly asked him if they had drank any beer.
"Yes. I drank a beer in Braxton's," Barry stated out loud.
Arthur looked at Barry in astonishment. He wondered if any staff was in hearing distance. Arthur hurried back to his room.
Thirty minutes later Mary entered Arthur's room.
"Arthur, I just talked to Barry Stample, and he said you guys split up while you were on your outing," Mary paused. "You knew you were supposed to stay together." She paused again. Arthur didn't know what to say. "We're taking a hard view of this," she said in a serious tone.
"We were apart only a short time," Arthur reacted.
"I believe you, but you were supposed to stay together. How am I supposed to trust you guys now? I'm going to talk to Dr. Pinter about this, and I doubt if you'll be going on any outings for a while."
Mary left, and Arthur went out to the lounge. He was about ready to deck Barry. He sat down and waited for M.A.S.H. to come on TV.