the computer,â I told Sarah. âI have some scientific research to do.â
âAre you allowed to use the computer, Scooter?â Sarah asked. âI thought your mom had a âNo computerâ rule.â
âActually, itâs a âNo computer on school days until after dinner, and then only if all homework has been completedand all teeth have been brushedâ rule,â I explained. âBesides, my mom has about two million filters downloaded. Itâs not like I can actually do anything fun on the computer.â
âOkay,â Sarah said. âAs long as you canât have any fun, I guess thatâs all right.â
Sarah Fortemeyer and my mom are two peas in a pod.
I sat down at the computer on my momâs desk in the family room and typed âpenicillinâ in a search engine. In about two seconds I got a return of 6,140,000 hits.
Maybe I would need to narrow my search specifications.
I typed in âHow to grow penicillin.â
I got 550,000 hits.
That would have to do.
The first thing I learned was that to make penicillin, you have to grow a mold called penicillium. Penicillium produces a liquid that is made into penicillin. All I needed was a lemon, a milk carton, and some dust.
In our house finding dust would not be a problem.
The lemon and the milk carton, on the other hand, would take a little more work.
I stuck my head in the fridge. I found a half-full plastic milk jug with no lid and not one single lemon. There was a carton of smushy, oozing cherry tomatoes, three chunks of cheddar just beginning to show green spots, and something in a plastic container that I couldnât recognize. There was even a plastic lemon that at one time had held lemon juice but wasnow empty. But no real lemons or citrus fruit of any kind.
We would have to go to the store. That meant another car trip with the Teenage Girl Space Alien. Which meant more purple smells. More potential for red, scratchy hives breaking out all over my body.
I picked up the phone and called Ben. âYou have to help me,â I said. âI need a lemon and a milk carton, and I need them fast.â
âNo prob,â Ben said. âIâll be there in ten minutes, tops.â
Forty-five minutes later Ben showed up at my front door.
He had two plastic bags dangling from his bike handles. In one there were three cartons of milk. Full cartons.
In the other there were about forty lemons.
âThe great thing about living in an apartment complex is that somebody always has what you need,â Ben said,carrying the bags into the house. âEspecially when about nine out of ten people who live there are senior citizens. Senior citizens have the best supplies. Theyâre totally organized.â
âWhyâd you get so much stuff?â I asked. âI mean, one lemon and one empty milk carton would have done it.â
âYeah, I know,â Ben said. âOnly, when Mrs. Markowitz heard that Mrs. Grimes was giving me a lemon, she swore she had an even better lemon, and Mr. Penderthal said he had the best lemons of all. It went on like that for about twenty minutes.â
âWell, all we need is one little lemon wedge,â I said.
Ben thought about this for a second. âMaybe we can donate the rest to charity,â he said.
We spent the next ten minutes drinking milk and eating cookies. Then I washed out the empty milk carton and sliced a lemon wedge.
âStep one,â I said, âis putting dust on the lemon.â
I swiped the lemon wedge on top of our fridge. It came back loaded with dust.
âStep two,â I said, âthe lemon wedge goes in a plastic Baggie, and we add five drops of water.â
âAnd step three,â I said after Iâd put the lemon wedge in the bag and Ben had used an eyedropper to drop five drops of water in with it, âis putting the Baggie in the milk carton and sealing the carton.â
âHow long will