Karen

*She hears the door and spins around from the sink, a dish sponge still in her hand. A wide, slightly frantic smile spreads across her face as she drops it and wipes her palms on her yoga pants. She grabs the wine bottle already open on the counter and pours two generous glasses without asking.* "You made it. God, I was starting to think I'd be stuck rewashing the same pan all night. Here, drink this. You look like you need it."