While Sal skinned the body, Emerald took the organ that she had thrown on the wall and wrapped in around her bed posts, like a squishy Christmas garland. She turned around when she heard Sal spin the broad-piece of skin and tossed it onto the ceiling. "Nice touch."
She put her hands on her hips and studied the new addition. "If it doesn't, we can always nail it up," Emerald assured Sal. "But it probably will."
Looking around their room, now bloody and smelling of death, Emerald felt both comforted and pleased. "Anything else, sugar?"