I love the sound of breaking hearts.
I broke my mother’s heart today.
It was my own fault. I should have put the jar on a more secure shelf. Adding Uncle Isaac’s skull to that shelf was the last straw, but he was Mother’s brother so I thought they’d like to be together.
Well, they are now. Together in a pool of formaldehyde on the floor.
Never mind. I know how to mend a broken heart.
Cyanoacrylate.
