Encore to An Empty Room (2015)
“It’s Monday and we are back in school and into the long, formless month that is January. Caleb and I have different classes until biology lab fourth period, where we have taken the severed leg of a frog, skinned it, and stretched it vertically so that we can shock it with electricity and watch the muscles react. This is supposed to be telling us something about how muscles work.
That the electrocution of flesh makes it twitch?
I’m pretty sure I knew this from the movies.
“So, we’re going to have to ask soon,” says Caleb. “Do you think our parents will go for it?”
I am bent over the lab table, threading a hook through the top of the frog’s cream-colored gastrocnemius muscle. “Ah.” The hook slips and tears free of the muscle. The little leg splats to the table.
“Just ditch the gloves,” says Caleb, who has been handling the raw-chicken-feeling frog parts without the required latex.
“I think,” I say, “that they will go for it, but it’s going to take the right touch.
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