Molly nodded in response to Riley's question.<br/>"Most are from back home but some are from my trip across the country. Scenes from trains and portraits of people I've met since I came to New York."<br/>While Molly's English was mostly flawless it still had a vague hint of a Scandinavian accent to it, but only just discernible to an untrained ear.<br/>"Feel free to browse but please keep drinks and food at a safe distance please."<br/>These drawings were after all to a large extent her life's work, even if of course the oils on canvas were still stored in her home town of Lund in the South of Sweden, waiting for her to have them shipped over to her new apartment in New York. Back home was also the few sculptures she had attempted in stoneware, a series of clearly transsexual figures in various poses. Should anyone be interested she had photos of them on her phone and of her oils on canvas.<br/><br/>When Heather reappeared from the shower, seemingly much more relaxed and casual than when she went in Molly picked up the drawing she had made of the actress when she was just fifteen and presented it to her, with the request that once she was properly dried off she would sign the back of it. The image was inspired by one of the first movies Heather had made as an adult and quite possibly the first in which she had appeared topless, something often asked of declining childhood stars once they became adults and entered the industry of so-called b-movies or independent films whatever one wanted to call it.<br/><br/>She explained to Heather that she had drawn it when she was fifteen and added that she had at the time had a huge crush on Heather. Molly then bit her lip rather nervously and attempted a conciliatory smile before announcing that she'd be back in five minutes, ten at the most and after having picked out a new set of clothes she disappeared into the bathroom for a much needed shower. Not only due to being stuck at the airport most of the afternoon but also because she had been travelling by train almost non-stop from New Orleans and not really had a chance to wash up properly or change her clothes.<br/><br/>She almost moaned with pleasure as the warm water flowed down her body. She used the hotel's complimentary shower gel and shampoo to wash her body and hair before towelling off and putting on fresh underwear, baggy black jeans and a pale green long-sleeved t-shirt with<a class="link link--external" href="https://artanddesigninspiration.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/Frida-Kahlo-Self-Portrait-with-Cropped-Hair.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">a self-portrait by Frida Kahlo with her hair cut short wearing a clearly over-sized man's suit, printed on it. </a>The verse in Spanish she had printed above the image would translate into English as:<i>See, if I loved you, it was for your hair, now you’re bald, I don’t love you any more.</i>She ran her left hand through her hair a few times and stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed and like Heather without make up.<br/>"That felt so fucking good," she said and then smiled as she was unsure how either of her temporary roommates would react to the profanity.<br/>She then walked over to the fridge and got the second bottle of wine. She then put her jacket on and went out onto the balcony for a smoke.