Marianne Sheridan

Sam had invited her for dinner, told her that he'd make soup, so, when she goes to his front door, Marianne is carrying a few bottles of decent beer (she feels like that's a more solid choice for Sam than wine?) and some good bread. She's feeling a lot less shaky than she had earlier; her afternoon had been mostly sleeping and she'd taken a long hot bath. Things have started to feel out of control again and she knows enough, knows herself well enough, to know that she has to get a handle on herself now.

She knocks on the door and waits.