"Zac, get the phone!" Isaac called downstairs from his room.
"Yeah, yeah yeah," I mumbled and grabbed the receiver on its second ring. "Hello?"
"Hi Is Taylor there?" Asked a female voice that was small and high pitched.
"Uh..no he's not. Can I ask who's calling?" I replied and cleared my throat.
"This is Kaitlin Thomas, I used to be good friends with him. Do you know when he'll be back?...Uh..This is the Hanson's residence right?" She asked again with a shaky voice.
"Uh next week sometime...He's on his honeymoon. Should I leave a message?" I asked as Isaac ran down the stairs with his jacket in hand. I motioned him over to the phone and put the receiver in his hand.
"What?" He mouthed and I shrugged my shoulders.
"Hi, Can I help you? This is Isaac Hanson..."
I left him on the phone with Kaitlin and went outside to find my dad washing the van. My mother was in the kitchen making cookies and the girls were helping her. Mackie was somewhere else in the house playing video games.
"Do we know a Kaitlin Thomas?" I asked my dad and picked up a wet spunge.
"Kaitlin Thomas?...Actually yes, she's the daughter of a good friend of mine. Greg, he and his wife and Kayla went to our church a long time ago. Why?"
"Well she just called here looking for Tay, but I let Ike talk to her. I didn't know who she was," I replied and began soaping down the passenger side.
"She also want's to come stay with us for a few weeks. She's moving back to Tulsa to go to college and she needs a place to stay," Isaac said coming out to the van.
"Is she still on the phone? Your mother would want to talk to her," My father asked at his post near the back wind shield.
"No, but she left a number. We're not going to let her stay are we?" Ike asked and put his hands in his pockets. "I remember her as a spoiled little brat who was always up Taylor's butt."
"I don't know, but if your mom has anything to do with it, she'll stay. That woman is sometimes so giving to other people it's sick." My father said with a sly grin and a water hose in one hand.
"Yeah, but you love her anyway," I replied as my mother came out the side door.
"Who's number is 555-2031, Indiana?" She asked with a wet dish towel in one hand and Zoe's hand holding the other.
"You remember Marsha Thomas right? Well her daughter Kayla wants to stay with us for a while. She just called," My father answered her and stood up to wipe his (soapy) hands on his clean khakis.
"Great. It'll be good to see Kayla again. It's been such a long time," My mother answered and I laughed at my fathers remark and the accuracy of it.
"See?" My father asked me and I went on into the house behind Isaac.
"What does she look like?" I asked him and he turned around with a sly grin.
"Just think, frizzy red hair, thousands of freckles and thick wire rimmed glasses...
"Your typical dog?..." I replied and gave my own grin. Ike just laughed.
"Exactly...don't get your hopes up..."