*** Chapter 4
Panda avoided malls because they were too big, too noisy,
too crowded and too expensive. She could never find anything that fit her in
her size, and if she did, she could never stomach the price tag. Therefore,
traipsing through the totally empty, well-lit and cheerful Harlan Flair Mall
realizing as she went that she could have anything
she wanted and not have to pay for it
was a surrealistic experience.
Together, the two girls all but gutted Nordstrom. The
cosmetics! The perfumes! The shoes!
Oh the shoes! Dell tried on pair after pair in sheer delight. Panda helped
herself to the most expensive bras and panties that she could find on the
racks. They both found the perfect pair of For All Mankind jeans. Dell,
who had worked retail for years, knew how to remove the anti-theft devices
without a hitch.
“What about that Gucci bag?” said Panda as the two girls
rode the escalator with their arms brimming over with loot. “I myself would
like to get a Louis Vuitton.”
“Oh, no!” replied Dell, her eyes glistening as she spotted
the prize of all prizes.
There, in a locked glass case sporting a $160,000
price tag was an Hermes Birkin Crocodile Handbag. “I think I’ll go with that one!”
***
Panda wanted to find the Walken Shoe store. Those 4 inch
heels were fine for Dell, but she wanted something buttery and soft with great
support and a decent walking sole like an Ecco or Josef Seibel. As they headed for the far end of the mall a
distinct odor of charred meat began to fill their nostrils.
“What is that smell?” asked Dell with a look of distaste.
“It smells like burned cheeseburgers.”
“ I think it’s coming from the food court” answered
Panda. “Let’s go check it out.”
***
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