Molly cut the bone out of her steak, leaving some of the juicy steak attached. She called Sheba over. "Doesn't this look good enough for the princess Sheba?" She got up as Marcel cleared the table, opened the door to the deck, covering the grill, she laid the bone on the deck floor. "There you go Sheba," she smiled and went back inside.<br/><br/>"Marcel, if you were my house guest only, you still wouldn't be doing dishes. Now, you can sit here and watch me, talk with me and drink a beer or coffee, or go find something else to do, but dishes, is not one of your choices."