Judith didn't understand why a blood-red heart was supposed to mean you loved somebody, but she shrugged and went to work. The zombie'd been lying out on the crossroads for a while, stewing in its own juices in the hot sun, so it came out without any trouble. She put it in a nice sturdy box with a ribbon and everything, so she thinks it's pretty rude that the new boy screamed the way he did when he opened it.