"You're one of the levelheaded ones. I bet you'll stay through the end of the summer like you promised, and you won't be antsy all the time, wanting to go somewhere with fast food and movies and reliable Internet."
"Sorry. You're wrong."
"You know what I mean." Debra snorted laughter and playfully slapped at her arm. "Your need for comfort isn't going to override your passion for being down here and making a small difference. Because you can see that a lot of small differences add up over time. You have the long view of mission work. You're willing to wait for the impact to come in weeks and months and years, not in the next hour. And maybe not even while you're physically present."
"They're not all like that." She gestured down at the long, single-story building the short-term workers slept in.
"Hmm, no. But they need to have some tempering to find out what kind of mission workers they are. Y'know, I think you need to talk to the new doctor before you lump him in the category of too-cute-to-be-worth-anything."
"I prefer to stay away from the pretty people."
"So you're condemning him without hearing the evidence? I'm surprised at you, Meg."
"I've been getting enough evidence from the other girls. Felicia was upset because he didn't notice she spent extra time on her hair and nails, or she wore her special pink shirt to dinner yesterday. He just grunts at the girls who come over to the clinic to talk to him--"
"Because they keep standing in his light, or get in his way when he's busy treating the children or the people who come for the free clinic. Honestly, those girls don't have the sense to come in out of the rain."
"Haven't had any since I got down here.""You know what I mean." Debra raised her hand like she would swat Meg, earning a grin from her. "I think you should make the effort to get to know him. You might find out you have a lot in common."