“I didn’t say anything. For one thing, I was too stunned, and for another, he told me to think about it. But it’s a no-brainer. I’m going to say yes. I’ll talk to the dean about postponing my residency. I imagine I can still qualify as a Ph.D. student. But the important thing is to work in his lab. You can’t believe what’s happening in there. He’s going to become even more famous. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wins another Nobel.”

George had returned to the bathroom and stood in front of his mirror. He looked himself in the eye and bit his tongue.

“That’s great, Pia. Congratulations.” He had tried to sound convincing, but didn’t think he managed it.

“I thought you were going to give me one of your rants about Rothman.”

“Hey, if this is what you want to do, I think you should do it.” He bit his tongue again.

“My thoughts exactly. Come on, George! Hurry up, we’re going to be late.”

The early morning had been dark and a cold drizzle was in the air. March was not one of the best months in New York City. George and Pia had hurried to their assignments, talking about how their first days had gone.

“So what’s it like working with Will McKinley?”

“He’s a bit of an ass and into himself. Rothman thinks he’ll go into plastic surgery. Anyway, he’s holding his own since he’s smart enough. I do like Lesley.”

“I’m sure that Rothman’s comment was not meant as a compliment. I’ve heard he’s never said anything positive about anybody.”

Pia had merely raised her eyebrows without commenting.

“McKinley reckons he’s God’s gift to women. I’m sure you figured that out.”

Pia had shrugged, as if to say, “And?”

“Is he leaving you alone?”

“I can handle Will McKinley, believe me. He is quite cute though.”

George had caught up the stride after momentarily lagging behind Pia. He looked across at her. She was smiling, having a laugh at George’s expense. He couldn’t help but laugh along with her. Silently he chided himself for being such a wimp.