White rather liked his mother. But he had to admit he was somewhat relieved when they took her away for medical experiments. She hadn’t been accomplishing much with her life. Now she’d be contributing to society.

Thus free, he decorated the house with a diorama of murders constructed from body parts procured from the knacker’s yard downstairs. Here was an eyeball presumably left from an explosion that had destroyed the owner, there was a body sliced into two by a rather sharp glass table. One could have drinks around it.

Then they started mailing him back the bits of his mother that they were done with. Toes, teeth, hands coming in through the post. He greeted her with affection and added her to the diorama. The parts of her that he couldn’t use he sold to the knacker.