There's an old saying. If you're going to tell a lie - tell a big one. In
Genoa City the message is similar when it comes to credibility. If your
going to be incredible, do it big time.
It wasn't bad enough that Dru Winters had to turn to the Internet as a
source for obtaining a DNA/blood testing kit. It wasn't by any stretch of
the imagination possible that Neil Winters might notice the charge on the
family credit card statement and maybe ask his wife, "What the hell is
this?"
It wasn't foreseeable that Mrs. Winters would have the kit mailed to a PO
Box or that she could have saved time and money by having her sister the
doctor arrange a clandestine blood test at the God Have Mercy Medical
Center. After all, if Jack Abbott and Nikki Newman could sneak into the
local sperm bank without being caught why couldn't Olivia Winters do
something as equally sinister at the hospital?
Of course it made sense that Mrs. Winters would have the kit sent to her
workplace and that this week, on the rare occasion that co-worker, turned
pee on, Phyllis Summers showed up to move her stuff out of the office they
once shared, the kit would arrive at the same time.
It was fully appreciated that Summers, being the hunk of rank mold she is,
would intercept the kit, take it to the boss' home, say she wanted to
deliver it in person and for Winters to hack that the package contained
jewelry she ordered off the Internet. And as if anyone in their right mind
would buy jewelry this way, which of course they do as evidenced by the
nearly 24/7 jewelry shows on HSN and QVC, when in Genoa City there are
traveling jewel dealers who will come right to a shoppers door as Victor
Newman will attest, it was easy to accept when Summers tore into the package
and proclaimed there to be no jewelry inside.
Up to this point it might have been safe to assume that everyone was buying
into Dru's latest crossing the boundary separating logic and common sense
from utterly laughable stupidity. Okay, so she got a blood testing kit off
the Internet. How bad could that be when there is the bigger question of how
she'd obtain a sample of her daughter's blood?
Bad. Very bad.
Of all the places on the net to obtain kits - and there are plenty - where,
oh where, did Mrs. Winter obtain hers? From DMS Labs in New York City. The
same lab where the now very dead Sasha Green once worked. The same lab Danny
Romalotti had blood tested to see if he sired long-haired freak Daniel
Romalotti and despite that he hadn't, went on to claim the child to be his
biological son anyway. Yes, the same lab where in 1997 Summers doctored the
computer files to show at first that Romalotti was the papa and the same lab
Green would later stop working due to her untimely and mysterious death in a
Genoa City Motel which just happened to burn to the ground following
Summers' visit to demand Green destroy a manuscript - detailing how she'd
doctored Romalotti's original paternity test - and stop using it to
blackmail her.
Before her death Green said she had distributed copies of the manuscript but
none ever surfaced. Not that it mattered. Michael Baldwin instructed Summers
to get a blood sample from Daniel's real father, Brian Hamilton, who oddly,
has the same name as Winters' adopted puppy, Devon.
The moment Summers summoned Hamilton to Genoa City he was there. Summers
drugged him, substituted his blood for Danny's and thought she was home free
until Danny revealed that he had a second sample tested which showed he
wasn't the father of Summers' son. Summers then confessed she'd altered the
test results "out of love" and was soon sued for divorce.
So it's comes full circle. Now Summers is doing the blackmailing. As she
recognized the return address label on the packaging, Winters foolishly
implored her not to tell Neil as already duly noted Neil doesn't check the
credit card statements. Adding to the who would have thunk it factor,
Summers noted for the record that DMS sells one thing to the public and one
thing only: paternity kits!
Kits that are
in such demand DMS maintains a website for them for how else would Summers
have got her grubby hands on the slime she needs to keep Winters in her
place? Not that that's a bad thing. Summers fell into a pile of elephant
dung and came out smelling like a rose.
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