Fred tried his best to stay quiet the plane ride to Milwaukee, but it was no use. When the plane was in the air for the first ten minutes, tears poured down his face again and he stayed crying the flight. The flight attendants saw he was in tears when the first ten minutes of the flight and reported from one of the passengers.
The passengers had recognized him as Fred Jones's twin brother or had thought it was the same Jones. The passengers on the plane could not concentrate on what they were doing at all during the flight because of the scene Fred was making. Every flight attendant on the airplane was there, trying to help Fred calm down, but it was no use at all. He wouldn't do any of the things the flight attendants had suggested to him, so the tears kept coming down his cheeks harder than they did back home earlier that morning and then they were when he first arrived at the airport in Washington. He knew that if Fred had died in the coma, he would be lost without his brother because he knew how close they were from the time they were born from until today.
Kylie sent for one of her daughters to pick up Fred at the airport once he called for a ride.
"Does Uncle Fred know about Grandpa?" Heather asked Kylie.
"Yes, he does. He didn't like what I told him," Kylie said.
"Did Grandpa ever tell you that he and Uncle Fred were inseparable?" Daphne asked.
"Yes, Daphne, several times," Kylie said.
"I've never heard of twins being inseparable," Claudia said.
"Maybe some twins are inseparable, Claudia. My father and uncle are," Kylie told her daughters.
"What will Uncle Fred do if Grandpa does die in the coma?" Daphne asked.
"We don't know," was Kylie's answer.
Fred opened his suitcase at the luggage claim and saw that there was a note from Mrs. McCarey to Kylie about what happened at the airport in Washington. He kept it in his pocket so he would not forget to give it to her. He took his luggage, walked to the nearest pay phone in the airport, and called Kylie at home. She answered on the second ring.
"Hi, Uncle Fred," she said.
"Hi. I'm ready for a ride," he said, with a hiccup.
"I'll tell one of my daughters to pick you up because your room is almost already," Kylie told him.
"Okay," he said.
He did not mention the note from Mrs. McCarey quite yet.
They got off the phone. He waited in the men's room while his ride was on its way. He did not want one of his great – nieces to see him like that, so he tried to clean up his face to get the red off, but it was no use. Heather showed up, but did not see Fred in the airport, but found his luggage waiting. She took it with her and asked any of the waiting passengers for their flights if they had seen Fred Jones. One of them had told her that he was in the men's room but had not come out.
He guessed that one of the girls were there to pick him up, so he left the men's room and headed to find his luggage, but saw Heather with his luggage.
"Hi, Uncle Fred," Heather said.
He could not find any words until they reached her car. He waited a minute longer for words until they put their seatbelts on and she started the car.
"How's my brother?" were his first words instead of hello.
"We haven't gotten any new news since this morning, Uncle Fred, but we'll try again in a few minutes," Heather told him.
She saw how red his face was.
"He can't die, Heather. If he does die, I can't live," Fred said.
"Uncle Fred, we've been talking about you two earlier and how you would react if he does die," Heather said.
"That's your answer. I would not live myself if my brother does die. I can't live without him!" Fred said and tears fell down again.
"Whom am I going to when I have a problem, Heather? Freddy was the one who solved all my problems for me until today, Heather. If he ever did die in that coma and I did have a problem, whom would I go to for a problem? Huh?" Fred asked.
"You have us. We'll be there for you," Heather told her great – uncle.
"That's different, Heather. You do not have the answers your grandfather did. That's why I go to him."
The tears were coming down harder than they did than before. She gave him a Kleenex, but that did not seem to help.
She parked the car in the driveway and he blew his nose. She opened the trunk and carried his suitcase for him. There still was no mention of Mrs. McCarey's note until they walked inside.
"Heather, I almost forgot to tell you that there's a note from my neighbor," Fred said.
"About what?" Heather wanted to know.
"It's for your mother to know that."
He handed her the note, but he took it out of his shirt pocket.
"I'll give it to her. I think your room should be ready by now. I'll go check," Heather told him.
He sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen with a shaky hand.
"Mom, Uncle Fred's here. He wanted me to give you this note," he heard Heather say to Kylie.
"I'll look at it in a minute. I'm almost done with the room," he heard Kylie's voice say.
Heather decided to help Kylie with the rest of Fred's room, which was the guest room. While dusting the room, they both heard him downstairs in the kitchen knock the kitchen table down to the floor!
"What is he doing down there?" Kylie asked her daughter.
"Have no clue, Mom. Should I go find out?" Heather asked.
"Yes. Please. He might hurt himself," Kylie told her daughter.
Heather went downstairs and found Fred attacking the kitchen.
"Uncle Fred, stop!" Heather yelled at him.
He heard her voice yell at him, so he put the fourth chair down.
"What the heck are you doing?" Heather asked her great – uncle.
"I think Freddy's dead, Heather," Fred said.
"We don't know that, Uncle Fred. Is that why you're attacking the kitchen?"
"Yes."
She had him sit on the couch in the living room so he would not attack any more things in the kitchen.
"I want you right here when I come down again. I mean it. What would Grandpa do if he saw you doing this kind of thing?" Heather asked him.
"I don't know. He's not even here to see this."
His voice was trembling now.
"Try washing your face again, Uncle Fred. It looks horrible," Heather told him.
"I did try that, but it didn't work."
"Try again. It might get off your face this time," she said, going to the linen closet and handing him a washcloth.
She went back upstairs to tell Kylie what Fred had done to the kitchen.
"Why was he doing such a thing?" Kylie asked.
"He thinks Grandpa Jones is dead."
"What did you tell him?" Kylie asked.
"I told him we don't know," Heather said.
"We should make a call there again once your sisters come over for dinner again this week, but I'll call there tonight and find out, but I'll wait to make that call once your uncle's in bed," Kylie said.
"Great idea. The first thing he asked me when I picked him up was how Grandpa was," Heather said.
"He should know that. Three weeks until Christmas and Dad's not even here," Kylie said.
"Hope we can have Christmas with Grandpa again this year. We had better do it for Uncle Fred. This means a lot to him. Did you read that note yet?" Heather asked.
"Not yet, but I will."