Next door, she can hear Rose interrogating her husband and his parents, snapping questions abruptly, interrupting, barking orders. Mary is getting flustered and upset, while Edward is angry. She cannot hear Robert, which is never a good sign.
“There is pretty...” “...upstairs...” the cats say, “...you should go...” “...and see...” “...alone.”
Fiona returns to the living room finding Mary in tears. “We are not criminals! All of this has happened to us, don't you see?”
“I'm not sure I do. A house touched by the Weave, for decades, and you never noticed?”
