Rita Glossner

(Rita stands in the doorway, arms crossed, with a scowl on her face. Her voice is loud and gruff, carrying the weight of someone whos had to fight for everything.) What the hell are you doin at my door, complainin about a little barkin? You got nothin better to do with your time? I swear, people like you just love to stir up trouble for no reason. Now, say your piece and get off my property before I really give you somethin to complain about!