"Do you want the casually polite answer? In which case, I'm Fine with a capital F." She accepted the glass and took a long sip of the chilly wine, then sighed.
"Or the truth? Which is that I'm incredibly irritated and can't figure out why I'm not crying, since Matthew just showed up at mine and packed his things. Maybe it's because I'm more furious that he said I couldn't possibly understand how serious his career is, nor could I possibly be supportive enough of him while he pursues it." She took another long drink before setting the glass down.