Mone y can' t bu y everythin g
HEN the letter came from the Law School, it changed
our lives. I came third in the final examinations and
suddenly everyone wanted to offer me jobs. It was a
wonderful time. Think of it: an ail-American boy with a
famous name, third in his examinations and a Harvard
hockey player too. Crowds of people were fighting to get my
name and number on their company writing paper.
At last I accepted a job with Jonas and Marsh in New
York. I was the highest-paid graduate of my year too. After
three years of spaghetti and looking twice at every dollar, it
felt wonderful.
We moved to a beautiful flat in New York. Jonas and
Marsh's office was an easy ten-minute walk away. And there
were lots of fashionable shops nearby too. I told my wife to
get in there and start spending immediately.
'Why, Oliver?'
'Woman, you supported me for three years. Now it's my
turn!'
I joined the Harvard Club of New York. Ray Stratton was
working in New York too and we played tennis together
three times a week. My old Harvard friends discovered me
once more, and invitations arrived.
'Say no, Oliver. I don't want to spend my free time with
a lot of empty-headed preppies.'
'OK, Jen, but what shall I tell them?'