No, no, that would be madness, that would imply that Mother had been acting his whole life, and why would she do that?
It made no sense, and he had to make sense of it. So he invited his father to his office.
"What did you want to see me about, Peter?" asked Father, standing near the door.
"Sit down, Dad, for heaven's sake, you're standing there like a junior employee expecting to be sacked."
"Laid off, anyway," said Father with a thin smile. "Your budget shrinks month by month."
"I thought we'd solve that by printing our own money," said Peter.
"Good idea," said Father. "A sort of international money that could be equally worthless in every country, so that it becomes the benchmark against which all other currencies are weighed. The dollar is worth a hundred billion 'hedges'--that's a good name for it, don't you think? The 'hedge'?--and the yen is worth twenty trillion, and so on."
"That's assuming that we could keep the value just above zero," said Peter. "The computers would all crash if it ever became truly worthless."
"But here's the danger," said Father. "What if it accidentally became worth something? It might cause a depression as other currencies actually fell against the hedge."
Peter laughed.
"We're both busy," said Father. "What did you want to see me about?"
Peter showed him the vid.
Father shook his head through most of it. "Theresa, Theresa," he murmured at the end.
"What is she trying to do?" asked Peter.
"Well, obviously, she's figured out a way to kill Achilles and it requires getting into his room. Now she'll have to think of another way."
Peter was astounded. "Kill Achilles? You can't be serious."
"Well, I can't think of any other reason for her to be doing this. You don't think she actually cares if his room is clean, do you? More likely she'd carry a basketful of roaches and disease-carrying lice into the room."
"She hates him? She never said anything about that."
"To you," said Father.
"So she's told you she wants to kill him?"
"Of course not. If she had, I wouldn't have mentioned it to you. I don't betray her confidences. But since she hasn't seen fit to tell me what's going on, I'm perfectly free to give you my best guess, and my best guess is that Theresa has decided that Achilles poses a danger to you--not to mention the whole human race--and so she's decided to kill him. It really makes sense, once you know how your mother thinks."
"Mother doesn't even kill spiders."
"Oh, she kills them just fine when you and I aren't there. You don't think she stands in the middle of the room and goes eek-eek-eek until we come home, do you?"
"You're telling me that my mother is capable of murder?"
"Preemptive assassination," said Father. "And no, I don't think she's capable of it. But I think she thinks she's capable of it." He thought for a moment. "And she might be right. The female of the species is more deadly than the male, as they say."
"That makes no sense," said Peter.
"Well, then, I guess you wasted your time and mine bringing me down here. I'm probably wrong anyway. There's probably a much more rational explanation. Like...she really cares how well the maids do their work. Or...she's hoping to have a love affair with a serial killer who wants to rule the world."
"Thanks, Father," said Peter. "You've been very helpful. Now I know that I was raised by an insane woman and I never knew it."
"Peter, my boy, you don't know either of us."
"What's that supposed to mean?"