And if I couldn't find a niche in a school with three thousand people, what were my chances here? I didn't relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain. But the cause didn't matter. All that mattered was the effect. And tomorrow would be just the beginning. I didn't sleep well that night, even after I was done crying. The constant whooshing of the rain and wind across the roof wouldn't fade into the background. I pulled the faded old quilt over my head, and later added the pillow, too. But I couldn't fall asleep until after midnight, when the rain finally settled into a quieter drizzle.
Perhaps the metal detectors screwed it up. The Nicaraguans at the closest table had stopped eating and were all staring at me with mouths agape. "No pasa nada. Soy diabético." Nothing's wrong. I'm a diabetic. That was the easiest explanation I could o er, even though I wasn't a diabetic. They nodded and went back to explanation I could o er, even though I wasn't a diabetic. They nodded and went back to eating. I ordered co ee and pulled out a notebook. Despite this minor glitch, I already had some fantastic data. I would put in a new implant as soon as I landed in Managua. Two Months Earlier--Firefly Restaurant, San Francisco "Is this really interesting to you?" It was a group dinner, and the man across from me thought I was just being polite. I'd asked what he did nine-to- ve, and his answer was: medical device designer. In the span of "Oh, really?!" I was on him like a two-year-old Labrador on someone's leg. The 20 questions were
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