Abigail murmured, staring down at the red-brown liver in her hands. “The dead teach the living.” John nodded at the stainless steel scales. “Lay it down there. We’re going to weigh it first.” Abigail glanced at him as she laid the spongy organ in the scale. “You can translate when you try.” “I can do a lot of things when I try.” “What does that mean?” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “Nothing.” She looked momentarily disconcerted, then shrugged and adjusted the balance weight. “Two and three-quarter pounds. That’s light.” “Yes.” He studied her a moment, puzzled by her reaction. Had she really not understood the subtext of his comment? “You’ve read Morgangni’s pathology text?” “Professor Laniere let me borrow it yesterday.” John grunted. She’d probably read the whole thing in a couple of hours. “You don’t know how privileged you are, having access to that library.” He moved back to the table. “All right. Now put the liver on the table and we’ll dissect it.”
