came up with. And he was the director and it was his privilege so they did it. And they discovered that empty hole in the heavens hadâare you listening?â two thousand galaxies. Not two thousand starsâtwo thousand galaxies! And get this: the size of the spot weâre talking about is the area youâd cover if you took a grain of sand and held it at armâs length against the night sky. That small. Two thousand galaxies. Billions and billions of stars. Thatâs how much our science had missed.â
Jones paused again and thought of his grandmother. He could hear her voice, reading from the Bible she kept tucked along with the pistol in the table beside her bed: â What is man, that Thou art mindful of him ? â He looked up, surveying the stars. âMy grandmother loved the stars,â he said quietly.
âTell me about your grandmother,â Lara asked.
âI donât know you well enough,â Jones said. And they strolled back toward the restaurant.
* * *
Lara knew they would have a nice tableâshe planned for good results, and expected themâbut she was both surprised and delighted when the maitre dâ showed them to a nook near a window looking out toward the mountains, blue in the light of the rising moon. As they settled into their chairsâJones held hers for her, like a gentleman, and she thanked him, like a ladyâshe said, âWhen did you start writing poetry?â
âYou know an awful lot about me.â
âWe have a lot at stake in whom we choose to work with. Not many doctors are literary, but those who are tend to be extraordinary.â
âChekhov said, âMedicine is my wife and literature is my mistress. When Iâââ
âââWhen I grow tired of one, I spend time with the other.ââ
âYou know Russian writers too?â
Lara already knew that Jones was smart enough to see through any manipulation; she desperately needed to recruit him, but something about Jones made Lara want to be completely honest with him. âI know a few. And I have a good memory,â she said. And then she confessed, âWe found out that you love them, so I read up a little.â She noticed the reaction in his eyes, the defensive withdrawal there, and she added, âIâm sorry. I see you feel weâve been prying. But talent like yours is more than rare. So let me get this out of the way. Iâve come to offer you a million dollars. And Iâll write the check tonight.â
Jones was studying her, his gaze penetrating, his smile gone.
Lara went on, âWeâll fund the development of any new instruments you might invent and give you half the proceeds from their sale. There are no strings attachedâexcept that you pursue your surgical specialty.â She stopped and let that sink in.
He was staring at the tablecloth between them, and now it seemed like a vast field of snow.
She leaned forward slightly, slowly, taking care to keep her voice even. âWeâre aware there is a complicating issue.â
âAnd you know the issue.â
âOnly that itâs personal. It has to be; you loved being a surgeon, as every true master loves his art. Whatever stopped you didnât take your ability, otherwise you couldnât be making sculptures with emotion and beauty and character, all small enough to fit inside the eye of a needle. You can do what we need done.â
âIâm not a surgeon anymore,â Jones said quietly. âNow I teach other doctors to operate.â
âWhat about teaching them to do what no one else has ever done?â
Jones looked away, his eyes and his thoughts wandering across the distant mountains. Lara knew she had already pushed too hard, had already violated an internal space, perhaps a sacred one; but she could not give up. She added quickly, âI have a colleagueâa friendâwho works for my company. Sheâs a
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