"Oh yeah."
"Taylor. A romance novelist."
"We've established that."
"And he never told us?"
"If you were Taylor, would you?"
"If I were Taylor I wouldn't have even considered writing a romance novel."
"You know we're gonna have to tease him forever about this."
"Heck yeah. Hey, do you think that's why he didn't tell us in the first place?"
"Taylor? Worried about us teasing him? Never!"
Isaac laughed.
"So, how shall we go about this?" he asked slyly.
Zac took a deep breath.
"I hadn't thought quite that far ahead... but we can start the girl jokes again."
"He doesn't look like a girl any more - not that I actually ever thought he did."
"Details, details. His own sister, and his own sister-in-law thought he was a girl."
"Actually two sisters-in-law thought he was," Isaac commented thoughtfully.
"See? We have ample reason to tease Taylor - err, Miss Jordan - about being a girl."
Isaac laughed again.
"C'mon," Zac went on. "There's got to be some appropriate torture. Girl jokes aren't enough somehow."
"Yeah," Isaac agreed deviously.
There was quiet between the two. Then Isaac snapped his fingers.
"Hey Zac, I've an idea," he said sneakily.
"Yeah?"
"Two song titles: 'Black Eye' and 'Hangover'."
"Oh yeah!" Zac exclaimed cheerfully. "We've got embarrassing songs about us, why should Miss Jordan be exempt?"
"Are you gonna make a habit of calling Taylor 'Miss Jordan'?"
"You know it," he replied gleefully. "Oh, I am gonna love writing this song."
"We're gonna have fun writing this song cross-country."
"Two words: web cam."
"It's not the same."
"Yeah, I know," he answered ruefully. "But I can't come down to Tulsa right now- not with me awesome new show -"
"Such modesty."
"And you can't cart that circus of yours up here. Say, what was it Tay - I mean, Miss Jordan - was saying about hiring help?"
"Umm, yeah, Psy figured it would be a good idea."
"Gee, I wonder why. C'mon man, it's been months since she left, and you have twenty kids! You can't expect Rita and Miss Jordan to help you out forever. I bet you're exhausted too."
Isaac was silent.
"Yeah... I... ok, ok. I just have this thing about people I don't know taking care of my kids."
"I'm sure if you hunt through Babsie's address book you'll find a nanny. And probably a cook and cleaner too."
"I don't need three -"
"Ike, how many times do we have to remind you how many kids -"
"Can it Zac! I get the point!" Isaac exploded. "I'm sick and tired of people reminding me. I don't need reminding. Yes, I have twenty kids. I should have had twenty-one. And I love every one of them - even Angel."
And on that, Isaac rudely hung up the phone.