They were sure that he had buried something significant, the other night. They could tell by the glint in his eye that was lit by the parking lot light. And they had thought it to be one of the family’s cats or dogs. Nope, it was the kid’s grandma. He had hacked her apart in the kitchen, filling 147 bags with the bones, and body of his grammi. His plan had been to cook one, and then eat what was inside, once a day for 147 days. The kid had no trouble in school, was making A’s and B’s, all along. We’ll never know why it happened. He will never talk. God save us all.