“Yeah.”
“Which is why you went into fashion,” Link said giving her skinny shoulder a playful shove.
She shoved him back. “And why you went into electrical engineering!”
“Okay,” Alan said. “It’s not necessarily about what career you pick. It’s about how you do what you do. Natalie, you told me you used to shop at Tropicál.”
She nodded.
“You liked it, you used to shop there, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And it inspired you to go into fashion design. It also provided employment for a couple dozen people over the years. I sometimes got to help out little alternative girls from North Toronto buy vintage prom dresses at the end of the year, and I helped Motown revival bands put together matching outfits of red blazers and wide trousers. Four or five little shops opened up nearby selling the same kind of thing, imitating me—that whole little strip down there started with Tropicál.”
Natalie nodded. “Okay, I knew that, I guess. But it’s not the same as really making a difference, is it?”
Link flicked his butt to the curb. “You’re changing people’s lives for the better either way, right?”