George knew his grandmother well enough to know she would disapprove of Pia. Or, rather, she would find his continued interest in her to be unhealthy for him. With all that he had on the line, George wondered for the thousandth time what he was doing continuing his pursuit of Pia’s affections. It wasn’t so much the time that it took up, though it took up enough, it was the amount of emotional energy he expended on her, dissecting her words and actions, thinking of strategies to win her affections, worrying about her well-being. He needed to conserve that energy for his studies. More than anything, he wanted to be the best doctor he could be.

George knew how much his family was pulling for him to succeed. They had suffered so many reverses, and it seemed like they were sliding down a one-way slope like so many middle-class families. If he didn’t make it, he knew his mother and grandmother might put a brave face on it but be devastated inside.

George also knew his mother, Jean, had money issues. She’d moved into a much smaller house in the same Baltimore neighborhood a few years before and still didn’t seem to have any extra cash. Jean had had the misfortune or lack of foresight to work in decaying industries after George’s father died. She had been a bookkeeper at the Bethlehem Steel works at Sparrows Point for a while, then she found and lost a job at the General Motors plant. She always said she was fine when he asked about her finances, and refused to let him look at her bank statements. Although George was on a full scholarship, she never failed to send him a twenty-dollar bill whenever she could.

“You’re a student, George,” she told him. “You concentrate on your education!”

When Sally had called it was five o’clock in the East, and she didn’t expect George to pick up his cell phone. Her intention was to leave him an encouraging message without taking up any of his precious time. She had an exaggerated sense of how busy George was every minute.

“Busy day?”

“Not too bad. They’re not killing us just yet. Actually it was a good time for you to call since I’m on a break. I’m taking a radiology elective, and they don’t work themselves to death like some other specialties. How is your day going?”

“Oh, you know. It’s pretty quiet around here these days. Have you spoken to your mother recently?”

“Not lately. What’s up?”

“Something interesting did happen yesterday. I sold your grandfather’s life insurance policy to a very nice gentleman. I’ll be paid in a few days. How are you doing money-wise? Are you okay? I could send you some.”