"Yer place is fine!" Marcel said in an excited voice. "Ya gotta remember I live here everyday this may be nice fer you but fer me shoot yer place in tha woods looks like a vacation resort!"  Marcel started to chuckle a bit. "You know what? How about we do a couple of days at yer place and than a couple at mine! See what ya like better." Marcel got out of the car and walked to the house and reached in a black milk urn looking pot to only pull out a key and slide it in the door and open it. "Sheba! I'm home and I have a guest!" Marcel stepped aside to let Molly walk in. "Well this is the house." The house Molly was about to walk into looked too clean to allow for a man to live there. The only sign that was visible of a man living there was the kitchen garbage with a few beer bottles in it. the floors were waxed and polished the couches were nice and laid out. The walls had paintings on them and the occasional family portrait scattered about. The most shocking thing was the bathrooms were spotless no soap scum, no mold, no nasty pee ring. As Marcel made it to his room he opened a door in the hallway revealing a well stocked linen closet. Inside was a brown leather travel bag Marcel grabbed it and walked into his room closing the hall closet on his way in. The room was small it had a double size bed in it and a ton of book shelves on the walls at the foot of the bed was a set of dressers. Molly if she followed was motioned to sit on the bed as Marcel opened the drawers to start grabbing a few changes of clothes. "Yeah this is my room.... I know it ain't tha master bedroom but I'm comfortable in here. This has been mua room for years before it was the room right before this one but hey I ain't worried. Oh um Molly can you reach on that shelf above you and grab mua deodorant and a book you may like?" This room had a lot of old records in it jazz, big band, swing, blues, all still in their protective sleeves. None of them obviously looking like Marcel's taste as he continued packing.