But if my seat had been before hers, and they’d scanned my retinas.I quake inside.Īnd then I’m ashamed. No one says anything no one looks at anyone. They disappear through the front connecting door. Moments later one of the Lorders from the back of the car walks past, dragging the small boy along with him. I don’t dare turn, but she does, and her face crumples. His hand clamps on her shoulder, pulls her up. He holds up the retinal scanner to her eye. He is certain he’s found the one he looks for. But the Lorder’s lips curve in a small smile of satisfaction. Her face is beyond pale, more gray, and her shaking hand holds out her ID and ticket. I glance down the small boy is crawling under the seats. Something bumps my foot and I almost scream. New York, NY: Nancy Paulsen Books (Distributed in Canada by Penguin Canada), 2014.
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