“I suppose so,” I said. “I think I said that, yes. But, um, I really don’t know what else to do. I mean, I can’t walk into the hospital and ask if they need any surgeons.” My ears are hot. I feel like I’m being tested on ingredients I’ve never learned before. “Maybe you can afford half of the doctors there,” Clare said. “Hey, honey, listen to this aunt of mine. One of the cool things about New York is, you can do anything here. This is the Land of Opportunity, capital M, capital C. Here you can make money doing anything you can think of.” I nodded, noticing that she was drawing little eights with her fingernails on the opaque formica table. She has confident green eyes, she won’t look away when talking to you. She wore a tangled, jingling silver earring that was fifteen inches long. She affects me like music. I found it difficult to have a face-to-face conversation with her.