"I was about to order Chinese when I looked out the window and saw you. Hey, do you two want to stay? We're getting moo shu." It was so like Uncle Chris to go from wanting to beat John up one minute, to inviting him for moo shu the next. "Uh, maybe," I said. I pointed to the French doors, looking questioningly at John. He nodded. "Let's see how it goes, okay, Uncle Chris?" "That'd be good," Uncle Chris said. "We could talk all this out." John followed me inside, Uncle Chris trailing behind us, his expression curious rather than suspicious. "I hate it when families fight," Uncle Chris was saying. "It makes it so uncomfortable..." I suppose I should have counted it lucky that it had been Uncle Chris, and not some other adult, I'd run into first at home. I wasn't sure if it was because of all the years he'd sent out of mainstream society-he still had no idea how to text, or what Google was-or if his personality was really this childlike."