He unlocked the door to his home and walked inside, feeling slightly guiltily that he was glad that his father was nowhere around. At least he would have the place to himself.

For once in his life he had absolutely no desire to flip through his little black book to find an enchanting woman with whom to spend his Friday evening. There would be plenty

of time for romance on Saturday. He supposed that Easter Saturday should be devoted to the holiday as well, but he was sure that God would understand. The thought made

him chuckle. For how could God not understand love? God was love!

He was still smiling as he removed his coat and hung it on the rack. He was definitely ready for an evening of relaxation. He poured a glass of sherry but instead of settling

himself into his room as he'd planned, he sat down on his Cocoa Chanel sofa. He opened his leather bound Bible and flipped through the thin, pristine pages that crinkled

beneath his fingers.

He began with the New Testament. He passed the Books of Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Deuteronomy, and the others that followed until he came to the New Testament. It

was there that he slowed his pace and skimmed through the Books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John until at last he found what he was looking for.

He knew it by heart of course. In the years that he'd attended Easter Sunday church services with Niles, and his parents and occasionally with Lilith and Frederick, he'd

become quite fond of the Easter Sunday sermon. Of course with Freddy's Jewish upbringing, the services were different, but the message was essentially the same.

He'd heard the Easter Story told over and over by the minister and rabbi in their loud, booming voices and he'd also seen it unfold before his eyes in movies such as "The

Greatest Story Ever Told" and "Jesus of Nazareth." Both movies brought a tear to his eye every time, but nothing compared to reading it straight from the Bible.

He smiled as he began the first paragraph. But he'd barely made it to the second passage of John when he heard the sound of the door unlocking. Quickly he scrambled to

hide his Bible, but he wasn't fast enough.

"Hey, Fras, what are you doing?"

Martin's question was met with a glare. "Well, if you must know, Dad, I'm trying to do some reading. I thought that you were going to be out all evening with Stuffy or

whatever his name is!"

"Stinky." Martin corrected. "And I was, but apparently he had some family obligation that he forgot about, so I figured what the hell, I'll just come home."

"The one time you didn't forget about your family." Frasier muttered.

"What was that?"

"Um, nothing. I-."

"Never mind." Martin snapped. "I heard what you said!"

"Dad-."

"I'm not going to be around forever, you know!"

Frasier flinched at his father's words and the eerie truth in them. But before he could apologize, Martin went on.

"That's right, wise-guy! One day I'm going to be gone and you'll be sorry! I-."

"What's going on here?"

"Niles, for God's sake, can't you knock?"

"Well, we did, but I guess you couldn't hear us with all of your yelling." Daphne remarked with a grin.

Frasier rolled his eyes at his sister-in-law, but he knew that he was to blame for the fight with his father. He was batting zero for a hundred (whatever that meant; something

his father often said) and he knew that he was going to have to do some heavy duty praying to make up for how he'd treated those he loved. And on Easter Saturday, no

less!

"What's going on?" Niles asked.

"Aw, geez, all I did was ask him what he was doing and he acts like he wants me out of his sight!"

Niles frowned. "Frasier?"

Frasier hated it when Niles took the role of big brother and made him feel inferior. But he supposed in this cake it was justified. Still, he wouldn't quit without a fight.

"Look, I don't need the third degree, all right? I was just trying to get some reading done!"

Daphne grinned. "Wow, it must be some book to cause all of this chaos!"

Now Frasier smiled genuinely. "Actually it's quite extraordinary."

"Really?" Niles asked. "Well, if you don't mind, I'd love to read it when you're finished. What's it called?"

"The Bible." Frasier mumbled.

Six pairs of eyes turned in his direction and their mouths spoke at once.

"What?"

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry?"

"The Bible, all right?" He yelled, not bothering to hide his annoyance. "I was reading the Bible."

Niles suppressed a grin. "I'm sorry. I thought you said The Bible."

"I did."

"Martin, Niles and Daphne looked at each other and burst out t laughing. But Frasier merely sighed. They'd never understand. And he wasn't sure if he wanted to explain.