Molly unlocked the car door and helped Marcel get in. Before she closed the door she leaned across him grabbing the other side of his seat belt and pulled it across his chest. She smiled, and said, "Don't worry about you being a redneck Marcel, just because I live in a fancy house don't mean a thing. I was raised on a farm most of my life, I can get down and dirty just like the rest of you boys, and dance a two step just fine."<br/><br/>She got in the other side and put the key in the ignition. She reached out in front of Marcel placing her right hand on his knee, "sorry," she said smiling, as she pulled out the photographs out of the glove box. "Here's the pictures of my house, in case you want to know where you are heading, after we pick up your stuff."<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h396/Sybl1/signs/Mollyshome.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h396/Sybl1/signs/Mollyshome2.jpg)</div>