That Saturday Joan was watching TV when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Joan said, heading to the door.

She opened the door to see a postal worker.

"Can I help you?" Joan asked.

"I want you to talk to Kevin," God said, handing Joan the mail.

"God hand delivers mail?" Joan asked.

"When I need you to do something," He replied.

"What do You want me to talk to Kevin about?" she questioned.

"I'm sure you'll think of something," He said, walking off and waving.

Joan sighed as she shut the door. Finding a few pieces of mail that were Kevin's, she went to his room and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Kevin called.

"Hey Kev, here's your mail," Joan put it on his desk.

"Uh, thanks. Why are you bringing me my mail?" he asked.

"No reason. Hey you want talk or something?" Joan asked not quite as subtly as she planned.

"About…" Kevin was slightly suspicious.

"You know how that psychic said you'll dance at your wedding?" Joan started as she sat down on his bed.

"Yeah, but remember, she got stuff wrong. It's probably not true," Kevin replied.

"But she also said I have a special connection to the universe. Remember?" she continued.

"I remember. So what is this special connection?" he asked.

"I talk to God," Joan said plainly.

"Uh huh," was Kevin's reply.

"You don't believe me?" Joan asked.

"Well, you've always been a little off," Kevin admitted.

"Hey!" she accused.

"I do though. He looks like different people and tells me to do stuff," she said after a pause.

"How do you know it's God?" he asked.

"I just do, it's hard to explain," was all she said.

"Huh. I guess I believe you. It's just hard to wrap my mind around," he responded.

"Yeah, well, God told me to tell people about my whole talking to him thing, so I just thought you should know," she said standing up to leave.

"Hey, Joan. Was God the people you kept seeing last year? You know, the reason you went to camp?" Kevin questioned.

"Yeah, why?" she replied.

"No reason," he said.

Joan left Kevin in his room to think. He didn't know what to think though.