(cont.) boyfriend I’ve been giving Karen shit about" but and Ellison jokes like “well know that I know you’re dating this nice guy named Pete I’ll have to stop calling you the Bulletin’s Lois Lane” Take this where you want! I love your writing!!
“I told you – I’m a freelancer who does investigative journalism for Nelson, Murdock and Page!” Karen’s not trying to yell but she’s in a hurry – shampoo in her hair (in her eye), she’s using one hand to rinse it out while wincing and the other is trying to brush her teeth. It’s not going that well. Frank snorts from the living room – somehow louder than water crashing down around her.
She really needs to speak to her landlord about the water pressure – it’s impractical unless you’re trying to strip paint.
“So why’s your name on the door? And why’s Ellison gotta take you? You have a car.” He’s not jealous (only maybe a little), just protective; defensive. Things have only just started to settle down and Karen refuses to get complacent in the space between then and now.
She rolls her eyes, and she hears the ‘tap-tap-tap’ of claws on cheap linoleum just before a nose roots around the shower curtain and pushes it open, “Jesus Christ!”
At that, Frank laughs. Karen doesn’t think it’s particularly funny to have a dog trying to climb into the bathtub with her, but, thankfully, she’s done. Managing to step over Blue one her way over to the counter, hair dryer plugged in, moisturizer streaked over her cheeks – she can do this. She won’t be late to the first meeting Ellison arranged for her after the … well, everything.