"I'm wanting to learn about bone disease."
"Bone disease?"
"Yup."
"As in diseases of the human skeleton? That sort of bone disease."
"That sort."
"Why? Are you not well?"
"I'm fine. Curious is all."
"Well," Hosea began, lapsing into a fatherly role that had never once suited him, "there are many diseases that afflict bone and marrow alike. Jean George Chrétien Frédéric Martin Lobstein was a professor and pathologist at École d'obstétrique du Rhin inférieur. He discovered the root causes of osteoporosis. Brittle bones, essentially. There are cancers of the bone marrow. Rickets, of course. And—"
"What about that skeleton up in your office?" Odd interrupted. "That bunch of bones have any disease?"
"Why, no, of course not."
"Can I go up and have a look at it?"
"Why so curious about bones in an attic?"
"I just want to see the skeleton."
Hosea looked around the shop, told the Lund boy he'd be back in a moment, and led Odd up the hidden staircase behind the wall of shelves above the counter.
Upstairs, he took a key from above the door frame and unlocked the door. "We don't often venture into these quarters anymore," Hosea said. The room was windowless, hot and close, dark but for what light followed them in from the hallway.
It was hard to see at first, but everything in the room was covered with white bed linens. As Hosea went from object to object removing the linens, a whole world of antique curiosities came into dim view. There was Hosea's old phrenology machine, his dentist's chair, his surgical table and glass-cased surgical tools, several volumes of medical books all bound in calfskin and stamped with gold lettering, a model of the planets aligned, held in place with bronze rods. Under the last sheet stood the skeleton. It was on a cart with wheels and Hosea rolled it toward the light from the hallway.
Odd glanced at the leg and arm bones, at the feet and hands, but settled quickly on the ribs and spine. As he studied the skeleton, Hosea launched into a lecture on what he called osteology. Hosea's bloviating was something Odd had long since learned to ignore, so as Hosea prattled, Odd studied the delicate curve of the ribs, the intricacies of the spinal column, the interconnectedness of the entire system.
He interrupted Hosea midsentence, "It's a complicated thing, ain't it?"
"The skeletal system?"
"What the hell else would I be talking about?"
Without suffering Odd's question for a moment, Hosea continued as though this had been the thread of their conversation all along. "When an infant is born there are many times more bones than the skeleton of the adult. They fuse. The system simplifies. Though of course it remains a wonder."
Finally Hosea stopped talking. The two of them stood in the afternoon light in the hallway and studied the skeleton.
Odd thought of the boat, the latticework of bent wood it would require, the hundred hours he'd spent shaping the keel, its perfection. He thought of the worst Lake Superior could offer and found satisfac tion in his confidence in the white pine that just the winter before had stood in the forest. He decided he would be less cerebral about the boat. Less susceptible to his longing for Rebekah.
"What's brought this curiosity on?" Hosea asked.
Odd looked at him, thought better of telling him, but did anyway. "I'm building a new boat. A bigger boat. I just wanted to see the skeleton." He paused. "I've got the ribbands all set up. The keel is made. It's one piece, carved it out of a white pine log."
Hosea appeared interested. "How long is the keel?"
"Eighteen foot."
Now Hosea appeared interested and impressed. "A single-piece keel eighteen feet long? The wood is sound tip to tail?"
"It came from a chunk forty foot long. It's sound. It's a goddamn work of art, what it is."
"Why a new boat?" Hosea said.
"I'm tired of being wet."
Hosea smiled, remembering the night of the storm last month, Odd's willingness to risk his life in the skiff. "A little more cargo room?" Hosea pressed.
Now Odd smiled. "Yeah, a little."
"But why the skeleton?"
"I've been achy. I don't think I'll be anymore."
Hosea wheeled the skeleton back across the office. He covered it with a sheet. "I'll tend to the rest of this later."
Odd stepped down the hall and Hosea closed the door. After he turned the lock, he put the skeleton key in his pocket and led Odd downstairs.