Monday morning I opened my local paper, turned to the page where my sister-in-law Ruth Sheehan's column runs and saw the headline above her picture: HARRY IS THE BABY'S DADDY.
Well, the Harry she refers to is my brother, her husband; and their youngest child, to my knowledge, is age four. I went to reading really quickly.
Harry had confessed, Ruth wrote, to being the real father of Anna Nicole Smith's baby.
"He blubbered. I forgave.
He'll be flying to the Bahamas today to collect the bank account numbers, the keys to her mansion there and, oh yeah, his daughter, whom I have graciously agreed to raise as one of my own -- in exchange for a nominal $50,000 a month."
The point was the media overcoverage of this story, and the possible motivation one might have for wanting to claim the baby.
However, what this reader delightedly noticed was the pure brass of the story, which I found hilariously funny. Though, reading between the lines, I came to understand that I don't after all have a new niece.
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That is hilarious!! I love your family. :)
billie
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