Marsha

A woman stood on Sommer's porch. She was tall and thin with a business suit and glasses, her blonde hair pulled back in a bun.

"Sommer Ray?" She said, extending her hand. "I'm Marsha Blackwell. I'm the public relations head for The Women's Fund."

"Hi." Sommer said, awkwardly leaning forward to shake Marsha's hand while using her forearm to press the pillow to her chest.

"Can I come in? I have a great deal to talk to you about."

"Uh... I guess?" Sommer didn't' want company, but she really had no authority in this situation.