I INTERRUPTED, RAISING MY HAND as if I were in class:
“Dad isn’t flying over. He’s staying in Sweden.”
Is that what he told you? He wants you to think that he doesn’t need to be here and doesn’t need to make his case because there’s no doubt in his mind that you’re going to dismiss everything I say. He’s completely confident you’ll come to the only possible conclusion—that I am insane. Well, no matter what he claimed about staying in Sweden, that man will be in frantic conference with his co-conspirators. Together they’ll order him over to London at the first possible opportunity to make sure I’m institutionalized. Any minute now he’ll call to say that he’s changed his mind, he’s bought a ticket, he’s at the airport about to fly. He’ll disguise this about-face with some noble-sounding excuse, pretending to be worried as to how you’re coping. You wait and see! He’ll prove me right, which is why that lie was a miscalculation. I’m sure he’s kicking himself because soon you’ll have incontestable evidence of his deception—