Bashira said, as they visited the girls’ restroom after English class. “Matt,” Caitlin replied. Bash feigned not having heard correctly. “I’m sorry. I thought you said Matt.” They were standing by the row of sinks. “I did.” “Guy you were helping in math? Matt—what is it? Matt Royce?” “Reese, and, yes, that’s him—although he hardly needed my help. He knows almost as much as I do.” “Um, Cait, babe, I know you’re new to this seeing thing, but . . .” “Yes?” “He’s not exactly good-looking.” “He’s symmetrical.” “Sure he is—that harelip bisects his face nicely.” “I like the way he looks. I like his eyes.” Another girl came into the room and headed for one of the stalls.