"DO You KNOW WHAT arm candy is?" Nora s cousin Har-<br >lan asked， juggling her suitcases as he signaled a cab on<br >Seventh Avenue. There d been a taxi stand right outside<br >Pennsylvania Station， but Harlan had suggested they<br >walk to his place， since it was so dose; the heavy luggage<br >had changed his mind.<br > "Arm candy?" Nora squinted against searing sun-<br >shine--a shock to the retinas after the subterranean lab-<br >yrinth of Penn Stationwto take in the pandemonium of<br >midtown Manhattan on this radiant， early September af-<br >ternoon. "Is that， like， drugs?"<br > "That s one meaning." He waved a cab over. "What s<br >with the gawking?" The cab swung to a stop in front of<br >them， its trunk popping open when the driver spied the<br > suitcases. Stowing them away， Harlan said， "It s not like<br > you ve never been in a big city before."<br > "Cleveland s minor league compared to this." Nora<br > tossed her army surplus knapsack into the back seat and<br > slid in after it， followed by Harlan， who gave the driver<br > his address in the recently revi~azed Manhattan neigh-<br > borhood of Chelsea. The cab pulled away from the curb<br > into a creeping morass of traffic.<br > I get it，" I-Iarlan said. "This move to New York is<br > some kind of personal test for you. If you can make it<br > here， you can make it anywhere?"<br > "Hey， you made it here." Nora gave him a playful<br >