I hold them to my nose. They smell like Polish sausages. Tilly emits a low yowl of protest from deep inside the Safeway bag. Grandpa pauses a moment to wipe a drop of blood from his eye. All the music in the world notes the moment.
Grandpa grasps the silver handle and starts grinding again.
It's better this way, Sweetie, believe me. Better for her, better for all of us. I nod, then neatly draw and quarter the handkerchiefs in my hands.