At last, Jocelyn picked up the phone. Seeing as she was going to be a bit late getting home, Jerry suggested that she call and clear it with her mother. As soon as Jocelyn had gotten back to the table, she sent Zac off to use the phone to contact his mother as well.
"What if they've been kidnapped?!"
"Mom, Jerry's not a kidnapper," Isaac said, annoyed.
"What if they've had an accident?!" his mother asked anxiously.
"Then we need to call the funeral parlor," Isaac said. She gave him a nervous, upset look.
"I don't need any of your black humor, young m..."
Suddenly the phone rang. Mrs. Hanson bounded to pick it up. "HELLO?!" she practically shouted.
Zac held the phone back away from his ear as his mother nearly deafened him. "Geez, Ma, did you have to blow out my eardrum?"
"Zachary Walker Hanson?! WHERE ARE YOU!?!"
"I'm at Braum's. Chill out," Zac said.
"What on earth are you doing at Braum's?! And don't tell me what to do."
"Because she was so late, Jerry thought it would be nice if she took Jocelyn and me to get ice cream to make up for it," Zac said.
"Jocelyn? Who's Jocelyn?"
"Jocelyn Andrews," he said, now a bit peturbed by his mother's game of 20 questions.
"Andrews? Is that Josh's little sister?"
"Yes, Mom."
"What's she doing with you?"
"She didn't have a ride, and I offered her one. Why?"
"Nothing, nothing. Are you okay?"
"Well, yeah."
Mrs. Hanson sighed. "Fine, fine. I can tell you are very eager to get back to your ice cream. I love you."
"Love you, too, Ma. Bye."
Zac hung up the phone. He hated it when she went parental like that...
