He gave it one drop of the formula with an eye dropper. The result was almost instant. The mouse disappeared, though you could tell it was still there...because it was running on its little exercise wheel. After about an hour the mouse reappeared, perfectly healthy and none the worse for well. He repeated the experiment several times until he was absolutely sure that the formula was safe. Now it was time for human testing.He chose a girl from the senior class and had even sent a note home with. I had a hunch she had a good offer. That would suit me just fine.I walked to a little bistro that was across the road and up a block. I took a chance I could get a seat and I was lucky. Usually the place was pretty busy after six o'clock, even on a weeknight. I ordered a glass of red wine and the house special that evening. I was in a good mood. My first days away from the office and I was up. I started thinking about what next. Selling the apartment was just the first step. Where to from. "Well done, Miss Wilson." Thank you." I smiled.Miss Pearce smiled back and turned to the white board."Thank you, Miss Pearce," mocked Tiffany Hayes, at me. She was a plump girl with a mean streak. "Shut up," I snapped back, louder than I had wanted. Which grabbed the teacher's attention."Who said that?" Miss Pearce demanded, her hands on her hips. "Katherine," Tiffany told her.Her green eyes were angry. "Miss Wilson, you stay here after school for detention," she said and turned back to the. "He's too academic for me, too much influenced by the crazy fascist Pound. But it's good for a professor. Uses Greek and Latin in his poems. It's a good literature school." I've heard it's great in pretty much every subject," said the barkeep."What subjects are those?" I asked."You know liberal arts." Art?" asked my sister."Yeah, and sciences." They teach painting?" asked my sister."I would think so. And drama and music and dance." Film?" I asked."I don't know. Probably." So you miss the.