For once, I didn’t argue.
***
The next morning, I called Walter and accepted.
Three months later, our program was serving over a hundred families a week.
Walter stopped by my office one afternoon.
I didn’t argue.
“The board’s reviewing candidates for foundation director,” he said.
“Good luck finding someone.”
He smiled. “Actually, Rachel, your name’s on the list.”
I stared at him.
“This time, you’ve got three months of results behind you,” he added. “Think about it.”
I called Walter and accepted.
***
One Thursday, Daniel called.
“Rachel, somebody’s here asking about volunteering.”
“Who?”
“You’re going to enjoy this.”
I arrived twenty minutes later.
Think about it.
Beatrice stood beside the supply table.
No expensive gown.
No glittering jewelry.
Just jeans, sneakers, and a deeply irritated expression.
“Walter said I should start somewhere,” she muttered.
