When I asked [my aunt] about the pesky little detail regarding my faith, or lack thereof, she waved a hand and said, “Who knows what the Lord will do in a few months? If they hire you, then it’s God’s plan, and I’m not about to stand in His way.“
    She talks about God’s plan a lot. My mom thinks she’s an ignorant fool to waste so much time and money on a social club with rules, or so she calls the church. But even I have to admit, God’s plan has worked out pretty well for her. Doreen’s been married thirty-five years, adopted two boys after dealing with infertility, and is now welcoming her second grandbaby.
    “Did she also talk to you about the temporary nature of the job?” His brow creases like it would really bother him if I were to feel misled.
    His concern brings an unwelcome measure of guilt and makes the long hair I pulled into a tight bun suddenly feel stiff and itchy. While I promised my aunt I wouldn’t lie if directly asked about my beliefs, I have no intention of offering up something that would unquestionably disqualify me for the position.
    “Yes, Doreen explained that you’re looking for someone part-time for a few months to provide administrative support to one of your staff members who’s been ‘drowning,’ as she called it.”
    “That’s actually a very good assessment of the situation. Which is why I see no reason to delay.” He scoots forward and puts out his hand. “Welcome to the team.”
    “That’s it?” The words slip out before I can stop them. “You don’t have any questions about my qualifications? My schooling?”
    I realize I left him hanging when he pulls back his unreturned handshake and picks up my rèsumè from the coffee table. “Your background is perfect—multiple jobs and skill sets. I spoke with your old boss yesterday, and he said you broke an old man’s heart and that he’d take you back in a millisecond if you wanted. And . . .” He shrugs. “You come with the highest of recommendations from a woman I absolutely respect. That’s good enough for me.”
    My mouth opens, then closes again.
    I can’t believe it. Me, January Sanders, only daughter of Cassidy Burch, who is a self-professed atheist and currently on husband number four, is now a part of organized religion.