"You know Marcel, I really appreciate your thoughtfulness. Here I am supposed to be helping you, and you are opening your home to me like we have known each other always. I love the oldies, the true classics. I'm not much into the modern music. And I simply love Benny Goodman, Glenn Miller, you know what I mean? That was good music." Molly sighed, "I listen to them on the oldies station when I can find it. Living in the sticks it doesn't come in often. I keep promising myself I will buy some CD's, but I never do." She opened the fridge to see the contents and asked, "Do you have a box I can put this stuff in?" Molly pulled everything she could find out that might spoil in a few days including a few bottles of beer for Marcel and set it on the counter. She walked over to Sheba, smiled and petted her. "I use to have a black lab, a few years back, I had to put her down. Sheba, I bet you would love to sleep in her bed, if your owner doesn't mind? I had it cleaned when she passed, and it has been in her spot ever since."