“I do.”

For months Corwin had wanted to build a real outreach program at Marigold — to send the end-of-day bread and surplus goods to shelters instead of the dumpster — and had never found the right person to run the logistics.

He offered her the role: Community Outreach Coordinator, lighter on the body, nearly double her wage.

She stared at him as if waiting for the joke.

“I don’t have a degree for a job like that.” “You have something better,” he said.

“You know what it is to need help, and you know how to organize it without stripping anyone’s dignity.