“I’m giving it to you.” Jeffy raised his hands, palms toward his guest in a gesture of polite decline. “That’s kind of you, Ed, but I can’t accept. I’ve got a house key, a car key. That’s all I need. I wouldn’t know what to do with a key to everything.” Snatching the box off his lap and holding it against his chest, Ed declared, “No, no. You must do nothing with it! Nothing! You must not open it. Never! ” Previously just quaint and quirky, Ed seemed to be crossing a mental bridge from eccentric to a condition more disturbing.
Ed giving Jeffy the box to keep 'them' from getting it
