“Degas?”
She handled the glass like a bomb. When she filled the pycnometer with alcohol, she noticed something strange. Bubbles—tiny, stubborn bubbles—clung to the inner walls like frightened pearls. densidad del alcohol
She carefully tilted the pycnometer, letting the bubbles escape one by one, then topped it off. She weighed it, did the math on a napkin, and slid it back. “Degas
In the fluorescent glare of a university lab, twelve-year-old Elena watched her older brother, Mateo, panic. she noticed something strange. Bubbles—tiny
“I’m going to fail,” he muttered, jabbing a finger at his chemistry data sheet. “My numbers are wrong. The density of alcohol is supposed to be 0.789 g/mL, but I keep getting 0.79.”