Without a word, Linda and Joan moved furniture in front of the door to the workshop, trapping John inside. It felt wrong to do that to husband, father and master, but they knew that the only way his own plan would succeed was if he was professionalized. Efficiency was the best course of action.
"Windows." Joan said and the two made their way out of the house, hammer and nails in hand. Less than ten minutes later, they had boarded up the only pair of windows leading into John's workshop.
Slowly, they returned to the house, heels clacking on the hard floor. They picked up the headphones and sat down at a chair, staring at them. "We must professionalize others, yes, but he did order us to wait on conversion."
"He did," Linda answered.
"But he also told us to device a plan. And all must be professionalized. Is it wrong to disobey Father if we are fulfilling his dreams?"
Linda paused for a second, face going blank. She wondered if it was wrong, at all, since John had wrongfully professionalized them. He had placed his own desires before theirs. However, she HAD to obey him, as he was her husband and she a good professional wife. The duality of the situation was not making things easy, but they were making her see that, just maybe, they could get around that order of his of not starting anything, yet.
"Well, dear, you know your Father - he's going to be there trying to figure out how to undo his changes and, as we both know, probably end up professionalizing himself in the process," Linda said. Joan nodded. "And he did not say anything about not converting someone we don't know, and, in all honesty, we don't truly know say... that friend of yours, the one with the goth look?"
"Jean?" Joan added.
"Yeah, the one. She's not really a friend of yours, but more of a mate, right?"
Joan nodded.
"Therefore, we could professionalize her without disobeying your Father."
"Potentially," Joan said.
