She accompanies her husband Karl Eikenberry, the U.S. ambassador in Kabul, on every trip.
Never take these people seriously again: Karl Rove, Dick Morris, Scott Rasmussen.
It does seem the Bushes and other political causes became for Karl the family he always wanted and needed but never had.
When asked to discuss Karl Rove's memoir, the temptation is to linger on its title.
He excoriated "Scooter Libby justice, and Brownie incompetence, and Karl Rove politics."
Karl looked sullen and discontented, and utterly unlike himself.
Often she sayt to me, 'Karl, come in my room,' ant zere she kisset me secretly.
Karl came in and threw himself into Helen's arms, who pressed him to her breast.
Karl Ivanitch covered his eyes, and his lips were quivering.
Karl's clothes, it is true, were scarcely the garb to be hoped for in so marked a man.