"You'll be safe. That's all I can promise," Mr. Reddy said, and I heard the strain, saw the fold of his brow and the nervous tap of his fingers. He didn't like this. He didn't want this act for me, or for anyone else. Hazel can handle it, he had said to Myra. Could I? Maybe at one point. A year or two ago, even. Myra was right—I was tired. And now with Beth in my mind, I was a little frightened too.
