The Coward, the Great Aunt, the Coward.

Mat put the baby on a stack of books and tied her with rope. Amy thought she could see the beginning of what was coming, but didn't quite believe it. Mat looked at her for an awkward moment before he started up again. She sent him another message with her mind: If you don't say it, wright, freakent. You should be the one who has to do it. But he didn't. The coward. A humid silence hung between them over the table, and the turkey.