Wrenches and Ladles
This past Saturday I was standing beside a gurney. Across from us stood a tall woman, Arabic ancestry. She wore a baseball shirt with three quarter sleeves. A grad student with particular poise, she spoke to this cluster of parents and prospective students, asking questions in the way that one does when you know the answers.
She had one of those lightly hooked noses I’ve always wanted.
Carefully she removed the sheet from the cadaver lying before us.
Our human subject