A
Anonymous
Guest
She made a poor job of hiding the damage. Elmer's glue was never meant to hold ceramic together, but it was all she had. Dust slipped between her fingers as she tried to put it back inside. All cleaned up, she lifted it back to the shelf.
"Edith!" her mom shrieked, and grandpa's urn shattered again.
"Edith!" her mom shrieked, and grandpa's urn shattered again.