Okay, but she didnât put it back! I canât believe she just misplaced it like that, like it doesnât matter, and then she didnât even put it with the other half? Itâs with the omentum.â
âHow many have you had?â
âMy mother told me that alcohol can build and then burn bridges between people.â
âYour mother.â
âWell, itâs done now. Iâm gonna go get the head.â
âAwâ¦Sri.â
âI gotta get it, put it back on.â
âWhaddya mean, come on, waitââ
Already walking away, Sri said, âI gotta goââ
âHey, wait.â Chen, still holding a beer, went down the stairs after his friend.
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In the anatomy lab, Chen summarized the story: âYeah, I looked it up for you. Mark 16. So after Jesus is crucified the women go to wash and prepare Jesusâ body with spices. On the road they realize they wonât be able to move this huge stone door in front of the tomb. But when they get there, surprise! The door is open and thereâs no body. Donât be scared, says the shining angel whoâs there. Jesus has risen, so tell the disciples that he will comfort and lead them. The women are scared. Jesus appears to Mary. She tells people about seeing him, but they think sheâs crazy, sohe has to keep on showing himself to people until theyâre convinced. Anyhow, Jesus says that things are really going well, and all his people will do incredible, wonderful things, and be protected even from drinking poison. He says that his followers will be healers by putting their hands on people. Then he goes to heaven to sit with God.â Chen put his beer down next to Murphy.
âIs that really what it says?â asked Sri.
âRoughly. I looked it up, but I am paraphrasing.â
âItâs good stuff.â
âYou still want to put the head back on,â said Chen.
âYeah.â
They unwrapped the stump neck and took the left side of the head from inside the chest where they had left it to keep it moist. They found the right side in the omentum bag, and the right and left sides didnât match up exactly anymore because of the dissection. They put the two pieces on top, and Chen could see that Sri wasnât happy, so he wrapped some gauze around the neck to hold things in place.
âHeâs a bit dry.â
âNeeds a drink. Bless you, Murphy.â Instead of taking the formalin spray bottle, Sri took the rest of Chenâs beer and poured it gently and slowly from the lips to the open belly.
âYou donât drink, do you?â said Chen.
âNot usually.â
âYou have a knack for it.â
âWhy do you think Murphy chose Mark 16?â Sri closed his eyes. âItâs a weird passage. Is that the end of the Jesus story?â
âI guess a pilot would have figured there wouldnât be a body left for anyone. Nothing left for his girlfriend, or mother. Maybe Mark 16 made him feel better about that.â
âHe was wrong,â said Sri, bowing his head, his arms stretched to the usually shining table now dull with the running of liquid. Beer dripped into the bucket between Murphyâs feet. âHeâs here for us.â
Sri wound a strip of yellowed fabric up the neck, pulled it tight over the chin so it wouldnât bunch, then softly over the eyes, and the coldness of the eyelids vanished under the cloth. Murphyâs hair had continued to grow for a little while after being shaved, and Chen held up the stubbled head so Sri could work. Sri wound the fabric around the top of the skull, and tied it onto itself snugly with a slipless knot under the angle of the jaw. Sri stood back and noticed that the tip of the right ear protruded. He tugged gently at a fold of cotton and settled it around the ear, where it would stay.
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