When his programs were over, Kylie went into the living room.

"Mind if we talk?" Kylie asked.

"Sure," he said.

He turned the TV off with the remote control.

"I know you've had this disability since you and Dad got adopted when you were both thirteen years old. I know you can't help that. We see your behavior in restaurants. Your behavior there is fine because you don't talk at all expect when you order meals," Kylie told him.

"I hate the public, Kylie. I don't know what's going to happen once I get to heaven. It might be the same way it is there like it is down here on Earth," Fred said.

"We don't know that yet, Uncle Fred. We won't know until we get there. Look, Dad and Grandma Jones are already up there," Kylie said.

"I always stayed away from church because it's a public place, Kylie. I thought I wouldn't do well in Sunday School and stuff and sing with other people. That's why we Jones never went because of me," Fred said.

"You could still go and listen to the music and singing and the pastor speak about the Bible, Uncle Fred. That's the least you could do about your disability," Kylie told him.

"No. I like staying away from church because thousands and thousands of people are around. I don't like that many people," Fred said.

"Well, we're going to the Christmas service this year and we'd like you to go at least once," Kylie told him.


"We will make this deal with you, Uncle Fred. You can come, but you don't have to sing. How about it?" Kylie asked.

"No. There are millions of people there," he said, getting shy already.

"Please? Do it for Dad," she said.

He thought about it and went ahead and said okay.

"Uncle Fred, part of the deal of going to church with us on Christmas Eve is that you don't make a scene at all. Got it?" Kylie asked.

"I can't help it."