That day at Yale I also met Alice Dumervil, the vice chairwoman of Women’s Studies. We connected on a fundamental level. She was more than forty yea...s older and in poor health, so social contact was out of the question. After my freshman year, she retired and died not long after. Still, I refer to her as my mentor. Chapter 2 — Yale You will hear that it is extremely hard to get into Ivy League schools. That is usually true. It is also true that top schools recruit, sometimes fiercely. Alice. Call it a feminine intuition, if I was able to have developedsuch a thing.I heard her car in the parking lot in front of the house and I run to thefridge to take out the wine. I filled a glass with the chilled and verypale sauvignon blanc put it on a tray and moved by the door, my heartpounding.She came in flustered, a sign that she had a difficult day at work, butthe moment she saw me waiting with the tray, she smiled, "That's my girl,that's what I was dreaming all day long, thank you Mika,. “Ah yes, now I see what you’re asking. Your language can be so confusing at times. Well, let me see, I do all sorts of things, but as far as service to my master is concerned, I’m mostly an endless source of information about anything and everything. I must say, however, that my past masters, again with the exception of Merlin the First, were quite self-absorbed and vain creatures, always asking silly questions like ‘Could I make them wealthy?’ or ‘Did I think they were the fairest of them. "Teresa Porter didn't say a word, just turned and rushed back the way she'd come.Bert returned to the concubines and grinned, "Let's have a coffee then see what we can do to help get these people out of here."Bert took his time over his coffee, he figured it was going to take some time for the professor to get herself in order and then to pass on the good news to her people. Only then was he likely to be needed to provide a little guidance or, if push came to shove crack the whip.He was mildly.