"Four sets of twins." He murmured.
"Yeah." Isaac answered. "Lucky me huh?"
Harry grinned.
"Ahh, you'll find we Walters have a history of twins. Babsie's probably told you that weird fact. The one about if your grandparents have maternal twins, you'll have them too."
"Yeah, she did."
"Well, my great-grandfather was a twin and he married a woman who's mother was a twin. As a result, twins every generation."
Isaac laughed.
"Well, except Babsie."
"Oh no." Harry answered. "Babsie does have a twin. Or did."
"Really? She never told me."
Harry shrugged.
"Oh, she probably doesn't remember. You see, when Babsie and Nikki were two, we took them for a trip out to the park." Harry looked a little sad. "We're not sure what happened. One moment Nikki was happily playing, the next, she was gone."
"Wow, that's horrible. Didn't you ever tell Babsie?"
"Oh sure we did, but what with our marriage problems, I guess, Nikki sort of became forgotten."
"That's so sad." Isaac paused. "But in all honesty, maybe it's a good thing."
"Oh?"
"I think one Babsie in this world is more than enough."
Harry laughed.
"So, do you have a twin?"
Harry was silent.
"Yes, I do. We never got along - we're exact opposites. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if Babsie wasn't even aware that she has another uncle."
"Like that is it?"
"Oh yes. While I travel, and have a very successful career," he grinned slightly, "my twin is in a high security prison in Australia."
"Whoa. Major difference." Isaac acknowledged. "What he do?"
"I'm not entirely certain of the list, but I know it's long."
Isaac whistled, the door opened.
"What the heck is he doing here?" Babsie exploded.
"Hey Babs." Isaac answered. "Your father just wanted to meet the kids."
Babsie glared at him, and stalked off, leaving Isaac and Harry wincing as she slammed the door.