He has to make a run for it. Jeremy's breathing turned more normal now that the tarantula was out of sight. Fromm, Sr., that's who. You remember, the one with the piano whose father stood over him like a Gestapo agent until he mastered the Rach 3. While Jeremy's voice raised a pitch, Lute remained ever calm.
Oppressive fathers create damaged children.
Senior must want to go down in the history books as the second team of father and son presidents. After John Adams and little John Quincy. In fact, I have told my father to shove it. More than once. Fromm, on the other hand, is not you.