At a casual family dinner, Winsome Lee Hin-shin found herself fixated on a stack of leftover chicken bones – it was a habit from work the forensic archaeologist had picked up.
She was thinking of a cadaver on a cold metal table at the laboratory where she worked. The chicken bones on her plate reminded Lee of the stiff corpse and the skeleton beneath its decaying flesh.
Still engrossed with her mind’s image, she blurted out at the dinner table: “Oh, now I can see why people mistake chicken bones for human bones. It does look an awful lot like the bones of young children.”
…