I really should watch pushing the minds of the elderly. I’m sure the effect would wear off, but, then again, he might spend the rest of his life happy as a lark. Well, at least the Mrs. will be happy. Alone, my body quivered, changing as my features distorted, then morphed until I was an exact replica of Mr. Hartrell. I should probably not be a student walking the halls between bells. They would think I was skipping class. I picked up my stashed backpack, walked into the school, and threw ...