Just Cause
Two years later"I'm sorry, but we can't offer you the position. I'm sure you understand." The interviewer eyed Laurel over the top of her glasses.
Laurel breathed deeply to control her disappointment. She understood, all right. The hospital couldn't have someone like her on the front desk, meeting the public. The question "Have you ever been arrested?" always wrecked it for her.
"We have a part-time evening position, however," the hospital's personnel director said. "You seem to be qualified to maintain our Web site…"
Laurel hesitated. "I might be able to do that."
The woman handed her a sheet of paper. "Why don't you look this over. If you're interested, call me tomorrow before five."
Laurel folded the paper. "Thank you." It was better than a stark dismissal, but not much. Twenty hours or so a week, at minimum wage.
The sun was sinking as she climbed the concrete steps to the upper level of the hospital's outdoor parking lot. She passed a group of visitors approaching the building and averted her eyes.
She'd been in Ohio for two weeks and had been turned down for more than a dozen jobs. She supposed she ought to take this one, although she'd never use ... read full excerpt from Just Cause ebook
