“Good. Good,” Dr. Barsch said. “Our great trouble around here is that we’re too busy to teach routine. Well, a bright boy like you shouldn’t have any trouble.”
“Thank you, sir,” Dr. Benson said. “I’ll try to live up to my notices.”
“I’m sure you will, son,” Dr. Barsch said, clapping his hand on the boy’s shoulder. Then he smiled and walked off.
Dr. Benson pounded his fist into his hand. “That’s right,” he muttered. “Makes me feel like a heel!”
“Oh, no!” Jean cried, “he didn’t mean to! Dr. Barsch is a very considerate man!”
Dr. Benson shrugged and turned away. “I can’t figure out this deal at all. People just aren’t as considerate as everyone here seems to be. I know. I’ve been around.”
“You sound so tough,” Jean giggled.
“Well, I found out a long time ago there’s only one thing that really is interested in you ... as long as you have it. And that’s the dollar. People? Huh, they’re interested in you when you’ve got it. And I’m going to get it!”
Jean nodded and said, “And that’s why you’re living on sixty dollars a month as an intern now.”
“It’ll pay off,” the young doctor said.