Wow, finally the wonderful Molly, Billy’s mysterious pen-pal, has arrived. She came early this afternoon. Only Starfish was in the lobby, sweeping the floor and Vincent was in his office going over his books, all others were either out or in their rooms asleep or whatever.

So Starfish was really the first person to meet Molly, and I assume his jaw must have dropped, as it was still dropped later, when I came in. Molly is quite the real deal, it seems, and certainly too much for Starfish to cope without getting butterflies, there is no way not to notice that. Booommm!

So she came into the foyer with a sexy little suitcase and a shoulder duffle bag, wrapped in an adventurous floor length maxi coat made of a million different fabric pieces in a wild cut, it turned out to be actual French haute couture, allegedly anyways, but in any case it might as well have been pure ermine tails, she seems the person who can even wear black garbage bags in style. She asked very politely if a Mr. Weisslechner was staying there and so Starfish knew it had to be Molly, and also was the first one put into the uncomfortable situation to inform Molly about the unexpected accidental and tragic death of her friend. And because this Miss Molly was way too much for a person like Starfish he skipped telling her and ushered her in front of Vincent in the office.

I assume somehow with united forces they explained the situation and Miss Molly received her first brandy and a box of tissues. But apparently both items and both people combined managed to help her regaining her composition fast, and also Vincent was charmed by her (everyone knows him as a fan of beautiful women, and it seems the older he gets the younger are the objects of his admiration.)

So she rented the room anyways, which they anyways had prepared for her, and Starfish showed her to it, carrying her suitcase and duffle bag, and whilst she lay down for a nap Starfish went to really everyone who was in knocking on the doors and announcing the arrival of Molly and the same thing with anybody coming back in from outside.

Eventually she woke up again from her nap and some of us, Starfish included, gathered in her room to meet her and make friends with her. Not that the hotel is lacking eccentrics, but this Molly is, bluntly put, vibrating from sex appeal and most of us find that in a practical or in a theoretical way very interesting to check out.

She turns out to be not Austrian, but from London, and she had met Billy when he had been living there, which is something nobody here knew, that Billy had been in the UK before coming here, and according to Molly in fact in a couple of other countries, too, before that. They had been “friends” since a long time and pretty close, how close was left to our imagination.

Apparently Billy had promised her not only to help with accommodation, but also getting her a job as a dancer, as it turns out that is what she is, and Billy had mentioned many of the people here worked in jobs that could probably help her make some connections that would lead to a decent paying job. She looked a bit hopeless when she told us that and said she would need to think about what to do now, that obviously Billy was gone and she knew nobody in this town and it would be in the long run quite expensive, so maybe she should consider going back to London instead rapidly wasting all her savings.

Starfish, who was sitting closest to her on her bed burst out that there was ChoCho, who was working also as a performer at the Night Cafe, being a sort of celebrity in his field he would for sure be able to set something up for Molly, upon which Molly looked at Starfish with deep grateful eyes and a dashing smile from the one side of the bed and Chiaki, who was sitting on the other end looked at Starfish with fire eyes and said nothing, but I picked up her look and I can imagine everything she didn’t say right here and now she would definitely explain to Starfish when they were alone and it wouldn’t be in a majorly friendly voice either.

We decided to go out for a drink tonight to a nearby bar, although it is not exactly a specially elegant place, in fact it is more of a dive bar, the “Ofenloch Bar” as it’s called, it’s rather dingy and at times not particularly clean, but very popular with the tenants of the hotel because it is cheap and they serve warm meals there that we can afford (most of them containing chicken), and for us anyways they seem to be willing to barter liquor and food for artwork or photo prints when money is absolutely short.

At the Ofenloch Molly was immediately the star of the evening, and everybody who was there came over to talk to her. All tears seemed forgotten, although each time people asked her where she was from, she cast down her eyes and got a bit quieter and mentioned she had come to spend time with a friend who had deceased, so people got embarrassed and bought her drinks, but I think they would have bought her these anyways because she is so sexy. At some point she gracefully swapped to orange juices, I guess she didn’t feel like getting wasted on her first night in town, but it would have been very easy and cheap in this case. I snatched a few pictures of her and must say, she is really something, that Molly, if nothing she can probably work as a photo model somewhere:

Josiane Keller “Molly sitting on a bar stool” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly sitting on a bar stool 2” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly at the Ofenloch Bar” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly at the Ofenloch Bar 2” (2016)

Josiane Keller “Molly at the Ofenloch Bar 3” (2016)