"
"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 Tropic??l."
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 Tropic??l."
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?"
"Exactly," Alan said.
Then Link grinned. "But there's something pretty, oh, I dunno, *ballsy*,
about this wireless thing, yeah? It's not the same."
"Not the same," Alan said grinning. "Better."
"How can we help?"
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Kurt had an assembly line cranking out his access points now.
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