Since I’d gone back to promoting the movement Down with Unfair GAP Policies with gusto, I was beginning to see a return on my efforts. My blog posts were garnering hundreds of comments and more than a thousand visits per day. I was putting a voice to what many people were thinking, and now they were starting to speak out, too. I answered the ones that needed a response, wrote and published another blog post and linked it to other sites with the same message. And there was something else. I cracked my knuckles. I tapped my fingers on the desk top. Rubbed my hands along my legs. Shifted my chair away, and then back to the table again. Don’t think about how wrong this is. I tapped the keyboard, and a text-message conversation appeared on the screen. Zoe and Jackson. I’d hacked into her ComRing—I’d learned a thing or two from Anthony over the years–I started reading. Jackson: I stopped by your house today, where were you? You need to keep your ComRing on. Zoe: I don’t have to tell you everything.
