“We should do a skit for that hole in the wall show.” One of the writers suggested.
“Toss it in as a maybe. If we have room this show, we’ll do it.” Brynn said.
“Okay, we will meet again in an hour for read through. Bring your scissors for the cuts.” Taylor joked.
Just like the previous week, everyone but Taylor left. Jordan started to leave but stopped. “So, who is it?” Jordan asked.
“Who is what?” Taylor asked, writing stuff down in her notebook.
“Who did you marry?” Jordan asked.
Taylor laughed. “My husband.”
“Can the crap James! This isn’t a sketch for the show.” Jordan replied.
“Look, I know you’re mad you weren’t invited to the wedding, but it was just a small ceremony.” Taylor replied.
“Who were your witnesses?” Jordan asked.
“Our parents.” Taylor replied.
“So I can call your parents and them who their new son-in-law is.” Jordan pointed out.
“My parents have no plans of telling anyone without my permission first.” Taylor replied.
“Why haven’t you told me you were married? I don’t care about being at the ceremony. I just want to know why you won’t tell anyone.” Jordan asked.
There was a knock at the door. “Lunch time.” His voice called, as Jordan’s mouth dropped open.
“No way.” She said, looking at Taylor in surprise.
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“Jordan?” Nick asked, knocking on Jordan’s office door.
“Oh, hey Nick.” Jordan said, messing with something on her computer.
“Brynn and Taylor wanted me to come see if you were ready to piece the script back together.” Nick asked, leaning up against the doorway.
“If Joe got married, you would know, right?” Jordan asked.
“Jordan, not this again.” Nick said, laughing.
“It makes sense though! They walked behind us the entire shopping trip and were whispering to themselves. He wasn’t hanging out at the hotel later that night. She talked to him about you guys coming on the show. And, he’s doing the news with her. She didn’t even off that sketch to anyone else, she just handed it over to him.” Jordan explained.
“You’re going to have to find some better examples than that to convince me.” Nick said.
Jordan turned her computer screen around. The internet was open to a picture of Joe and Taylor together. “Their rings match.” Jordan said.
Nick came over and looked closely. “You have got to be kidding me.” Nick said, inspecting each silver ring.
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“They sat across from each other. Brynn sat across from Kevin, Jordan sat across from Nick, and Taylor sat across from Joe. They kept smiling at each other. And, she kept him after the meeting, stating that it was for the news sketch.
Nick couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that one of his older brothers had gotten married and hadn’t told him.
Event hat day when they had been shopping, Joe had been helping Taylor pick out a ring. He had staid with her while it was getting wrapped up. How could all of this gone on under his nose?
He took a cab to Taylor’s house. He wasn’t going to bother Jordan with all these questions in his head anymore. Nick was determined to get to the bottom of it.
Taylor’s Grand Prix sat in the driveway. He knew it from any other car from the Pro- Gilda bumper sticker and the Boston Red Sox fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview mirror.
Taylor lived on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by trees. She had said that the log cabin-esque house offered her the privacy she had always wanted. Nick laughed a little when he remembered her saying that. She had found enough privacy to marry Joe.
He stormed up the driveway and looked at the house. The lights were on, and he could hear the pool running. She was home, and he almost wanted to bet his brother was with her.
Nick knocked on the door, hearing footsteps. “Honey, can you get that? It’s probably our pizza. My wallet’s on the table by the door.” He heard Taylor call.
The front door opened as Nick’s mouth fell open. “KEVIN?” Nick asked.
*Author's note- Pro- Gilda? Yeah, it's talking about Gilda Radnor, one of the original female cast members of Saturday Night Live.