"Yes, you told me," Haley said, trying not to let her exhaustion show in her voice.
A sob caught in her throat. She should have given up on this quest a month ago. Lately, it seemed she persisted more for Gabe and Xanadu than for herself. And yes, maybe to prove something to her parents. After all, they insisted all religious people were hypocrites, working off some horrid guilt complex, trying to earn their way into a heaven that only existed in their minds. Stopping her quest now to work for the Arc Foundation would be admitting they were right: religious people were only in it for some fleeting psychological euphoria.
She had to prove what she believed was real, no matter how much it hurt.
"Y'know, my lawyer -- my ex-lawyer -- he suggested mediation. All of us get together, talk things over."
Her phone buzzed. She lowered it enough to see a text coming in, while the second woman on this morning's call responded.
"I will pass your suggestion on to my superiors."
"Why can't you--"
"Do you honestly think someone with any authority would be answering the phone?" The chuckle in her voice was warm. If Haley had been in a better mood, it might have invited her to smile and join the joke. "I can't make you any promises. I'm sorry."
"No you're not. You wish I'd just shrivel up and blow away."
"Why do you want to work with us?"
"Haven't you read my cover letter?" She closed her eyes and wished there was a wall close by to bang her forehead into.
"Seriously, why do you want to work with us? I'm working on my counseling degree, and from a student's point of view, you have a lot of issues pushing you. Maybe part of your... your discomfort through all of this is that you don't really want this, but you're holding on as a matter of honor."