Teresa looked at her best friend and wondered what it would be like to forget him.
It seemed impossible, though she’d now seen the Swipe implanted in dozens of boys
before Thomas. Sandy brown hair, penetrating eyes and a constant look of
contemplation—how could this kid ever be unfamiliar to her? How could they be in the
same room and not joke about some smell or make fun of some clueless slouch nearby?
How could she ever stand in front of him and not leap at the chance to communicate