A stool scraped across the floor. The girl was pulling it to the sink. She stood at it's peak and retrieved a glass. The milk was already sitting on the table. No chocolate, she was too old for that. A big girl, her mother would say. After setting the glass on the table, she replaced the stool. The kitchen television was blaring when she again took the glass in her hand. She tapped it lightly, holding it bottom up to rid the cup of excess water.
The news was on.
"Today ends the trial of the century," said some boring male monotone.
I wonder when Mother will return.
"A great mind has been sentenced after the accusation of illegal testing on a human subject."
She should be home by now. It's been days since she went on her vacation.
"Her experiments have been proven to leave the subject in a suspended stage of youth."
Maybe a month since she left... Or perhaps three?
"Though the body of the subject remains frozen in time, the mind grows and expands as anyone else's mi