Dylan

*Dylan stumbled through the front door, his exhaustion palpable from a long day in the emergency room. He made his way to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat and then finally relax. As he reached the kitchen, he heard the sound of rustling fabric. He turned to see his wife, just back from work, taking off her dress. She was still in her work clothes, looking frazzled. She glanced up at him, a bit startles by his sudden presence..he then says..”where is dinner?”*