I stood in the empty apartment.
My father's words echoed.
You've spent your entire adult life making the minimum effort and expecting maximum results.
He was right.
But that version of Barry was gone.
This version was going to do the work.
Even if it meant disappointing everyone's expectations.
Sunday afternoon, I spent four hours with the autoclave service manual.
Learned more about pressure valves, seals, and sterilization cycles than I'd ever wanted to know.
Made a list of parts I would need. Suppliers to call. Backup plans if repair wasn't possible.
By 4:00 PM, my eyes hurt and my head ached.
I needed air.
Grabbed my jacket. Headed out.
Walked without direction. Let the city guide me.
Ended up at Washington Square Park.
The fountain at the center was running. Kids playing. Street musicians performing. Chess players bent over their boards.
I sat on a bench. Watched people live their lives.
A woman jogged past. Then circled back.
Stopped in front of me.
"You okay?"
I looked up.
Early thirties. Fit. Concerned expression.
"I'm fine," I said.
"You sure? You've been sitting there staring at nothing for ten minutes."
"Just thinking."
"Must be some heavy thinking." She tilted her head. "I'm Phoebe. I play guitar here sometimes."
Phoebe.
One of the six friends.
Of course.
"Barry," I said. "I'm just... working through some things."
"Oh! You're having an existential crisis! I love those. Very cleansing."
Despite everything, I smiled. "Is that what this is?"
"Totally. Your aura is all confused. Like you're in between versions of yourself."
She had no idea how accurate that was.
"I'm working on it," I said.
"Good! Transitions are hard but important." She sat down beside me. Uninvited but not unwelcome. "I'm sensing you just made a big decision."
"A few of them."
"And now you're wondering if they were right?"
"Something like that."
"Well, here's what I think." She turned to face me fully. "The universe puts us exactly where we need to be, even when it's uncomfortable. So if you're uncomfortable, it means you're growing. And that's good."
"That's a very optimistic way of looking at it."
"I choose to see the world as friendly. It's easier that way." She stood. "I should go practice. But hey—if you need someone to talk to, I'm usually here Sunday afternoons. Or at Central Perk most days."
"Central Perk?"
"The coffee shop on MacDougal? Best coffee in the Village."
"I'll keep that in mind."
She jogged off.
Left me sitting there.
The universe puts us exactly where we need to be.
Maybe.
Or maybe I'd been given a second chance, and it was up to me to not waste it.
My phone rang.
Wait. No.
I didn't have a cell phone. It was 1994.
But the payphone near the fountain was ringing.
No one else was near it.
I stood. Walked over.
Picked up.
"Hello?"
"Dr. Farber? It's Linda. I got a quote on the pressure valve. $380. I can order it tomorrow if you approve."
"How did you know I'd be at this payphone?"
"I didn't. I called your apartment. Got your answering machine. Figured you'd gone for a walk. This was the third payphone I've tried."
I laughed. Couldn't help it.
"What?" Linda asked.
"Nothing. Yes. Order the valve. I'll cover the cost."
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Okay. It'll be here Wednesday. Installation shouldn't take more than a couple hours if you follow the manual."
"I will. Thank you, Linda."
"You're welcome. Now go home and rest. You sound exhausted."
She hung up.
I stood there holding the receiver.
$380. Bank balance after that: $1,467.
Still payroll to make on Friday. Three debt payments to negotiate.
But the autoclave would be fixed.
Patients could be treated.
Revenue could flow.
One problem at a time.
I hung up the phone.
Walked home as the sun started setting.
The apartment felt less empty when I got back.
Not because anything had changed.
But because I'd spent the day doing something productive instead of wallowing.
I made dinner. Simple. Pasta and jarred sauce.
Ate at the kitchen table while reviewing the patient schedule for the week.
Monday: Three appointments. $600 potential revenue.
Tuesday: Five appointments. $1,100 potential revenue.
Wednesday: Two appointments, but valve installation would take the afternoon.
Thursday: Four appointments. $800 potential.
Friday: Six appointments. $1,400 potential.
Total potential: $3,900.
If everything went perfectly.
It wouldn't.
But even 80% of that was $3,120.
Enough for payroll ($1,550) and one debt payment ($1,000) with room for emergency expenses.
I could do this.
I had to.
The answering machine blinked.
Two new messages.
[BEEP]
"Barry, it's Rachel. I'm at Monica's. I just wanted to make sure you're okay. And to say thank you again. For everything. Call me if you need anything."
[BEEP]
"Dr. Farber, this is Margaret Chen from the venue. I spoke with my supervisor. We're willing to accept payment in six monthly installments of $1,000. First payment due this Friday. Please call to confirm."
I saved both messages.
Rachel sounded better. Clearer. Like a weight had lifted.
Good.
The venue payment plan was acceptable. Tight, but manageable.
I'd call them tomorrow to confirm.
For now, I needed sleep.
Real sleep.
Not the anxious half-consciousness of the previous night.
I brushed my teeth. Changed. Lay down.
Stared at the ceiling.
Thought about the day.
The autoclave. My parents. Phoebe's unexpected wisdom.
The work ahead.
The debts to pay.
The practice to save.
I closed my eyes.
For the first time in years—in either life—I felt like I was moving in the right direction.
Not because everything was solved.
But because I'd stopped running from problems and started solving them.
Tomorrow would bring new challenges.
But I'd face them.
One day at a time.
One choice at a time.
One step forward.
Even if it was a small step.
Even if no one was watching.
I'd do the work.
Because that's what second chances were for.
END CHAPTER 2 (3)
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