Father picked a diagram off the floor. He looked at it for a moment and frowned. He handed it to me. “What do you make of this, Rose?” He asked.
It was a drawing of a man. More precisely, it was a drawing of the parts of a man with arrows and notes indicating how those parts fit together. “Perhaps this was the retreat of a student of medicine?” I ventured.
Father studied the jars that lined the chamber’s walls. Hearts, lungs, hands, feet, various body parts were suspended in a yellow liquid within the jars. “Perhaps,” Father said.