Ousted mausoleum owner Katherine Sterling granted meddling rights
by Brent Kellogg  
December 15, 2003

Just when it was thought that Jill Abbott's excessive drinking can't possibly get any more mutated and insulting and oh my god when will it stop, Katherine Sterling has gone back to stumping how terrible and tragic poisoning ones liver can be.

In a useless smirking ploy to make the boredom that is her newly-found daughter interesting again and because she is shameless and borderline senile Sterling thinks there is a miserable and deliciously captive audience out there so sick of their own troubles they've got time to sit around and listen to her whine about some drunk. That they weren't already bored to tears last year when Neil Winters fell into the bottle then overnight became fully rehabilitated and never ever had to go to a single AA meeting.

Hasn't this concern about Abbott's drinking reached saturation? Is there simply not a single person existing in Genoa City who has not been so inundated, so completely drenched and hammered and pulverized by the never-ending worry?

Is there no threshold? Is there no point when everyone collectively recoils at the savage parade of schlock and awe, and raise their hands to the sky and scream in agony for Sterling to just shut the hell up and concentrate on more important matters like, getting out of that $400 per day hotel suite she shares with an old maid and a former stripper?

Shouldn't the Genoa City Hotel be concerned that three persons are hold up in one room and that there are rules about sub-letting or having live-in guests? Even for women with endless amounts of money shouldn't Sterling be concerned that she's shelling out $12,000 per month, $144,000 per year? Wouldn't the hotel want a piece of that action considering Nikki Newman and Ether Valentine could be charged the same?

Shouldn't Sterling have better things to do than haul her ass to the Newman ranch every other day to make dumb statements like the one she told Victor Newman on Monday that his wife was "sleeping soundly" safe inside her suite yet knew in advance that she planned to stop by the ranch to say that when the Newmans got married for the third time, "no one was happier than I was."

And what of Newman's convoluted reply, "your support has meant the world to us."

Did Sterling really believe this BS? Does she really believe that the Newman marriage is a "beautiful love story" and that she has any power to prevent it from ending?

The latest infinitesimal blow - to what little integrity she has - came when Newman asked Sterling how things were going.

"Are you asking about my daughter and me?" she replied, as if Newman had wondered aloud, tell me Katherine, how is Jill's drinking problem coming along? Is it still pointless and unbelievable?

Since there was no getting rid of the red-painted fingernail-waving old bitty and that he'd have to deal with the ugly and invasive consequences of letting Sterling into his home, Newman politely listened as she rambled on that her daughter is making mistakes, drinking, redecorating the Chancellor mausoleum and refusing to let an old hag meddle.

Because going longer than 12-hours without meddling causes her to breakout in hives Sterling had the gall to ask if she could meddle in Newman's life to which Newman said fine, but noted it would do no good.

Still, it was nice to know that Sterling is silly and as out of touch as she looks. Her latest round of reactionary screeching is exactly the outcry Newman needed to hear at a time when he's walking around with a knife stuck in his back by a simpering justice-seeking dinkwad son resulting in an instant wave of interest among children everywhere who simply love it when parents get all pissy and fumy about their wayward kids while engaging in similar, albeit it outdated, behavior.

The message is this. Nobody cares about Jill Abbott, whether she's drinking again or what might be the cause of that drinking. Once a force to be reckoned with, both she and Sterling have become annoying corns on the foot that should boot them both out of Genoa City.

Mausoleum owner Sterling returns
November 6, 2003

Socialite Katherine Sterling and loyal slave Ether Valentine returned to Genoa City on Thursday from what the Chancellor mausoleum co-owner said was a short trip away from the hustle and bustle to give her newly-found daughter a chance to decide how best to proceed with their relationship.

Although Sterling said on October 21 when she and Valentine moved out of the estate that she and the maid would be moving onto the Newman ranch upon returning, they checked into one of the Genoa City Hotel's fabulous $400+ per day suites. The couple some suspect are more than just employer and employee took their first meal at the new Athletic Club where they noted that under the new management of former RoadKill Cafe owner Gina Roma, "things are so much better."

That Sterling nor Valentine have ever set foot in the premises before was of little concern as Roma interrupted their dining to say she had noticed Sterling did not seem like herself and then praised old geezer John Abbott for pulling strings with club management to get her the job. She claimed too, to have been allowed to bring along members of her old staff.

A spokesgeek for the Athletic Club declined to say how many employees were fired to make way for Roma's troupe or whether the club has such a massive payroll it can afford to hire as many as it wants.

In a related development, Sterling's daughter, Jill Abbott, who fought so hard to get the mausoleum all to herself, is having the dungeon remodeled and has hired a man-friday named Arthur.

Mausoleum owner moving, will travel
October 21, 2003

Chancellor Estate co-owner Katherine Sterling confirmed this week she is moving out of the dusty mausoleum she shares with her newly-found daughter, Jill Abbott.

Having lived longer at the estate than some of the cobwebs found in the attic there, Sterling says she made the decision so as to give Mrs. Abbott time to think.

Just about the entire planet has been on pins and needles waiting for the two women to decide whether they can move on as a mother and daughter team. What impact the decision will have on anything that matters was not immediately known.

Sterling said she will "travel" during the interim and will be taking her live-in maid of some 20-years, Ether Valentine, with her. Upon returning to Genoa City Sterling says she intends to move onto the Newman ranch - with the maid - assuming her daughter has failed to reach a decision by then.

Ranch owner and said to be Sterling's surrogate daughter, Nikki Newman had no apparent knowledge of Sterling's plan.

Mausoleum maid may get the axe
September 16, 2003

Chancellor mausoleum co-owner Katherine Sterling should have quit when she was ahead. Pursuing the mindless goal of determining whether her birth daughter is trustworthy and loyal and not once suggesting that Jill Abbott change her last name, Sterling schemed Tuesday for a way to prove that Abbott "has changed" in such a way which would allow the mother-daughter team to "live together."

That the two women have lived under the same roof for several years notwithstanding - because otherwise the realization that Abbott and Sterling have nothing better to do would come into focus - Sterling made arrangements with Abbott to have lunch at the RoadKill Cafe where she planned to subject her daughter to another test.

Unfortunately for Sterling she'll find the tables turned when Abbott asks her to prove her sincerity by firing that ditzy maid, Ether Valentine!

But if Valentine's termination, deserving as it may be, is supposed to be some shocker - it isn't. Sterling could easily pay Valentine to do nothing. Hell, if the government can [and does] do it - Sterling can too. While Valentine might be out of the picture for awhile her getting the axe will not alter the absurdity that is Sterling's desire to be a mommy after all these years.

Community pillar under evil spell
by Brent Kellogg
September 2, 2003

"I'm begging you. Please don't send me to that nursing home."

Those immortal words out of the mouth of Mrs. Katherine Sterling on Tuesday sent cold chills down the backs of those few in Genoa City who still have a spine. What in the name of common sense and decency was the old woman thinking? What would make this influential pillar of the community think for even a moment that her evil daughter, Jill Abbott, has any authority to make anyone go anywhere?

Discovering that she had been tricked, that the old crow could walk and talk, Abbott hovered around the Chancellor mausoleum like one of Satan's flying monkeys. Damn but what she doesn't hate Sterling and by everything that is unholy she, Mrs. Abbott, would see to it that the hag spent her remaining days on earth rotting in a urine-soaked nursing home bed.

Forget there isn't a court anywhere that would grant Abbott the legal authority, Sterling was on her kneepads anyway.

"Oh please dear daughter. Don't put me away. Don't call the men in white coats and haul me off against my will for I cannot object and do not know my legal rights. I am but a retard," Sterling must have thought for what else could explain the kowtowing?

"You have every right to hate me, but I'm not ready," Sterling begged.

Unfortunately there was not a single person present at the time to smack her across the face and to tell her to get a freaking grip. The ruse of pretending to be an invalid out of the bag Abbott has zero hold on her. To continue groveling before the likes of Jill Abbott was futile yet on and on Sterling went until Abbott said she had no intention of doing anything because unlike the mangy-faced woman, Abbott knows she is powerless.

Still, to keep her victim on a short leash, Abbott said she wouldn't do anything for "now" so long as Sterling minds her manners. Sighing heavily, Sterling wanted to kiss and makeup for her dastardly past right then and there. Can't we all just get along, she wondered.

For all the braying - about how important it was to find her mother - Abbott isn't happy. She would have gladly accepted the drunk charlatan Charlotte Ramsey as her mother or the Queen of England for that matter. But when her real mother didn't turn out to be the woman she had envisioned well goddamn it let the hatred continue. Even an attempt by Sterling to hug and start over couldn't appease the demon possessed Abbott.

Hate, hate and more hate. It's the only relationship Jill Abbott understands.

Stroke victim faces horror!
August 29, 2003

How nice it was of Mrs. Dorothy Hertz to trudge all the way from the Do Drop Dead Nursing Home on Friday to the Chancellor mausoleum to fit socialite Katherine Sterling for a urine-soaked bed at the facility.

Summoned by Sterling's newly found daughter Jill Abbott, Hertz was not about to take in any more decaying old people without first having a look see at the potential victim for herself. Making an exception to the rule that caregivers of unwanted senior citizens must come to the DDD for an initial visit, Hertz arrived at the Chancellor estate within an hour of Abbott's call.

As Hertz gave Mrs. Sterling the evil eye, the smirked, "we can't provide all our resident's needs" and noted too that Sterling seemed like a "lovely person" who would be "happy living with us" and would be "like part of our family."

But the sad truth is nursing homes residents are never treated like part of the family.

"They don't take care of their patients. My mother was there for two and a half years and neglected almost from the beginning," says Rita Breckenridge who wrote to the Genoa City News when she heard of Mrs. Abbott's intent to put Mrs. Sterling away.

Neglect is the silent killer in nursing homes. By some estimates, malnutrition, dehydration, bedsores and infection - caused by neglect - account for half of nursing home deaths and injuries.

"Prisoners are treated better than our elderly," Breckenridge wrote.

More than 3,500 nursing homes were cited last year for poor care. In almost 500 cases, patients were seriously injured or even died.

Brenkenridge added, "When I'd go to see my mother I'd find she had been sitting in feces for hours. And when I asked the nurse why she just shrugged her shoulders and ignored me."

While nursing homes are home to a million and a half mostly elderly people in the United States, most families are unaware that the gravest threat facing nursing home residents is not what's done to them: It's what is not done for them.

Flesh-eating bile
July 9, 2003

One of the most soul-sucking vortexes that has ever manifested itself crawled out of the sewer again Wednesday this time at the home of Mrs. Katherine Sterling when Genoa City's next to the oldest living cow, Nikki Newman showed up to find yet another miracle had transformed the Universe in the form of a now speaking stroke victim and the woman she has always considered to be her mother.

It was truly gut wrenching.

Confirming she's heard the news that Jill Abbott is the "daughter you've always wanted," Mrs. Newman said she can't understand why Sterling doesn't want to make a fresh start with her daughter. You know, maybe put away the hatred and actually try to express some love for a change.

"Makes me sick. I hate her," Sterling babbled, leaving little doubt she hates Mrs. Abbott and always will. It's in her blood. She was born to hate.

Mrs. Newman was stunned. Gosh, all these years she and Mrs. Sterling have been "like mother and daughter," and yet here she was left out of the loop. Why the big secret?

"Ashamed," Sterling hacked, as well she should be for having the gall to screw some stranger and then pay some woman to dump the baby. It's doesn't get much lower.

And then, looking into each other's sad deeply hollow eyes the two women shared a precious moment.

"You my daughter," Sterling muttered, as Newman sputtered in allegiance, "I've always thought of you as my mother too."

How repulsive can it get? How many barf-bags were filled due to this convoluted exchange of simmering hot bile? What sniveling dog-molesting imbecilic hate-filled bile these cretins spread like so much rancid cottage cheese.

Only once - albeit three weeks late - did Mrs. Newman bother to visit Sterling while she clung to life at the God Have Mercy Medical Center. Not once has she bothered to inquire how her "mother" has been doing since her release from the hospital. Not once has she offered to spoon-feed Sterling pig slop or change the Depends.

Following their tearful exchange, the last nodule of Sterling and Newman's shriveled souls should have been yanked through their big toes by a demon worm and served up at the RoadKill Cafe as barbecued hors d'oeuvre for this is how condescending and totally whacked their conversation was.

Deep down something has gone very, very wrong with these women. Something is askew, karmically, energetically, and maybe should be looked into, because this mother-daughter thing is so flesh-eating it might just be a sign that there's a reason Mrs. Sterling hasn't had a man in her life for something, like, the last ten years. And it could explain too why the slave, Ether Valentine continues taking the abuse.

Stroke victim will keep caregivers guessing!
June 27, 2003

The slim odds that the victim of a stroke would be unable to speak or communicate in any fashion haven't prevented Chancellor Estate co-owner Katherine Sterling from fooling everyone into thinking that she is a vegetable. On Friday, however, the old woman showed her hand during a final farewell with her granddaughter when she squeezed Mac Browning's sweaty palm and then asked that her ruse not be given away.

It was not immediately known why any woman would want to sit around in a wheelchair all day or allow others to feed her and change her undergarments when Sterling can do just about everything on her own. But then, this is Genoa City where people do the strangest things.

Center 4 Disease to release ailing stroke victim
June 11, 2003

Rushed to the God Have Mercy Medical Center on May 20 after suffering a stroke, Chancellor Estate matriarch Katherine Sterling is expected to be released "tomorrow" depending on the alignment of Genoa City's infamous time zone warp.

The butcher in charge of Sterling's case, Dr. Olivia Winters, said late last week that Sterling would be released in "a couple of days" but as of this week Wednesday Sterling's release had been moved up to Thursday even though the poor woman has no movement below the neck and hasn't been able to speak.

"We've done about all we can do for her," Winters said.

In addition to allowing the bed sores to fester from laying flat on her bed for nearly a month, the extra time will give those who haven't visited Sterling a chance to do so. To date, Sterling's son Brock Reynolds has had no contact with his mother. There has been no phone call, no card, no flowers - nothing from Reynolds who apparently departed Genoa City without notice after learning his beak-nosed daughter plans to wed one of the Abbott boys.

Said to be Sterling's best bud from years gone by, Nikki Newman couldn't stop spewing hate long enough to drop by the hospital until the very last moment. At Sterling's bedside Wednesday, a guilty looking Mrs. Newman told the patient to get better because "there are so many things we still need to do together."

In all the years and the little time Newman and Sterling have spent together they have done nothing but gossip. Asked why she looked so guilty, Newman said she had intended to visit her old pal before the stoke but damn if thinking only of her selfish self and fighting with in-laws didn't get in the way.

Alas, selfishness and greed aside, Newman asserted that from this moment on she is taking a vow of never ignoring those she loves and whew, it's nice that her friend is being released from the hospital so she won't have to waste more time there and hopefully not a single person will notice she not once offered to help care for Sterling during the rehabilitation process.

This just in...
His mother in the hospital for three weeks, Brock Reynolds returned to the Chancellor estate late Thursday seemingly unaware that Katherine Sterling had suffered a stroke. Looking like death warmed over and unable to do anything more than blink her eyes, Reynolds held Sterling's cold hand for a moment and then smirked, "You look great!"

Like most of the others close to the old woman, Reynolds demanded Sterling get better before wandering off in search of something more important to do and did not give any reason why he ignored his mother during her most critical time. Reports that Reynolds had been out of the country looking for a tight jeans remover could not be verified.

On the happy teens front...
Billy Abbott, soon to be sex starved boy, um, husband, and wife Mackenzie Browning sprung Sterling from the God Have Mercy Medical Center only hours before their wedding. Unlike most patients who must wait endlessly for release papers to be signed, the happy couple rolled granny out of the hospital in a wheelchair as easy as switching babies at birth. Abbott and Browning's main interest had little to do with getting Sterling home so that she could recoup in the comfort of her own home but more to do with making sure she would witness one of the most tragic events in Genoa City since Cole Howard and Victoria Newman discovered they might be brother and sister. 

I've always liked the Larry Warton character. Even in the beginning, when he was a semi-slimy con man, you knew he had, well, heart and a redeemable soul. He’s probably got more morals and character than anyone else in Genoa City which isn't actually saying much.

So, it wasn’t much of a surprise to see him at Katherine Chancellor's sick bed. Why not? He is her handyman, mechanic, etc. I am sure that such help for the super wealthy always show up at the hospital beds of their employers. Except with Larry, it's almost believable.

What is not believable, in the generally small town that Genoa City is, is that the news of Katherine’s stroke did not spread like wildfire. Of course it did. And that wildfire would have certainly hit the Newmans.

Much has been made of the Katherine/Nikki friendship, and indeed, the two go way back. The only other true corporate giant (Jabot never seems to really match up) is Chancellor Industries. Therefore, we have the long standing relationship between Katherine and Victor as well.

Where are these guys? Where are Victor and Nikki? Why are there no scenes with Nikki sobbing at Katherine’s bedside, begging her to go on, telling her that she can’t live without her guidance and support? You know, one of those really soppy scenes where Nikki is trying to keep her mascara from running.

Victor, of course, should be making the stoic performance of: Kate-you-are-a-fighter-you-will-beat-this-thing. In fact, with Victor’s documented healing powers – remember what he did for Nikki a few years ago – his presence should be absolutely demanded. Evoked, like Rasputin’s.

And Brock? Where is he? Restyling burkas for women in Afghanistan? Pumping gas in Iraq? Where is he when his mother, who gave him life and finances his jaunts to save the hopeless all over the world, who is the primary support of his beak-nosed daughter, is fighting for her life in a hospital bed? What supersedes that?

And we've got Liz Foster offering to care for Katherine. Think about this. The woman just had brain surgery. She’s got a few miles on her, and probably has some arthritis, as well. And she is supposed to care for Katherine at home? What a candidate! Katherine could hire legions of health professionals, who could monitor all her vitals, provide all the required therapy required, and allow the rest of the household staff to go about their normal chores. I'd like to see a scene where poor Liz tries to lift Katherine out of a bed or chair to put her on a bedpan. Yeah, that'll work. If they are not going to get Katherine some proper, professional help, for God's sake, get beak-nosed Mac and Billy-no-brains to chip in. They're so happy to take Katherine's money for the not-to-be wedding, let them work for it. Oops, did I say work?

And here we are, back at the crux of every matter: the writing. Unlikely, improbable, irrational, uncharacteristic behaviors on the part of all the characters. If I stroked out, would my best friend be at my bedside? I'm thinking yes. Would my son? Well, if he didn’t want to be permanently disowned, you bet. Would my grandkids be taking my money for their wedding while I lie comatose in a hospital bed? Not if they ever hoped to see a dime again. And lastly, would I let a geriatric, arthritic woman recovering from brain surgery be my nursemaid when professional help was possible? Hell, no.

But at least the writers are consistent. This story is no more believable than any of the others. They're batting 1,000, as usual.

The American Stroke Association reports that the effects of having a stroke vary enormously. For some victims, the effects can be relatively minor while others are left with more severe, long-term disabilities.

Weakness or paralysis on one side of the body is common as are speech and language difficulties. A stroke often causes problems with mental processes such as thinking, learning, concentrating, remembering, decision making, reasoning and tiredness. Sometimes people experience difficulties in controlling their emotions and may cry, swear or laugh at inappropriate times.

But for all the effects the quack in charge of stroke victim Katherine Chancellor Sterling - general practitioner Dr. Olivia 'the butcher' Winters - reported Monday, "The radiologist doesn’t believe there is going to be any damage but there is always the possibility of another stroke. With hard therapy and hard work she'll recover a lot of what she had. It will depend on her. A positive attitude will help her get through this. She'll need support."

Given that Mrs. Sterling was admitted to the God Have Mercy Medical Center it came as no surprise that a radiologist made such an astounding prognosis.

Not a single family member or friend hovering around Sterling has yet to ask why the poor woman hasn't been seen by a heart specialist. From all indications Sterling will never see a specialist or require professional rehabilitation.

Considering the many patients who have died under her care why Dr. Winters is allowed to practice medicine, or why anyone in this city would want her as their doctor, remains a mystery.

Like so many GHM patients, those with serious medical problems are never really treated. MDs at this center for disease are unable to make clear projections. They have vague theories requiring endless expensive testing and have taken lately to waiting until patients "wake up" leaving it to patients to make their own diagnosis. Patients are then merely observed and a few days later allowed to walk out with no follow-up care.

In Sterling's case there will not even be a need for prayer. There will be no pleas to the gods or proclamations of a miracle. Damn the common stereotypes of the typical stroke victim. Forget that every 3.1 minutes in America someone dies from stroke. Except for some inconvenience, Katherine Sterling will beat the odds and emerge from the God Have Mercy Medical Center no worse the wear.

May 21, 2003

God have mercy!
Rushed by paramedics to the God Have Mercy Medical Center after she was found sprawled on the floor of the rickety Chancellor Estate, Katherine Sterling would have croaked had she been aware that Dr. Olivia Winters has been placed in charge of her care.

Responsible for so many deaths she earned the title 'butcher', Dr. Winters reported to family members Wednesday that Sterling had suffered a stroke but gave no other pertinent medical information.

In a related development - and not unexpected for it happens almost each time any member on the Genoa City social register is admitted to GHM - family member Mac Browning blew a fuse and had to be restrained when she first thought Jill Abbott was responsible for Sterling's condition.

May 20, 2003

As expected, it was revealed here Tuesday that Katherine Sterling had an affair. Some forty six years ago Sterling was bar hopping with her drinking buddy, Charlotte Ramsey. Sterling's husband at the time, Gary Reynolds, was in Europe with their son, Brock.

The bar flies were screwing every man in sight and loving it. Ramsey had an abortion earlier and could never get pregnant again so humping strange men was of no concern. Sterling however, could and did get pregnant.

As thanks for arranging her abortion Ramsey agreed - for a price - to place Sterling's baby with an "agency." Because the God Have Mercy Medical Center requires that no babies leave its disease-ridden rooms without a name, Ramsey told the hospital that the baby was hers. The hospital, of course, did not think it odd.

How a woman can forget that she gave birth may never be known. Perhaps it was her pickled in alcohol brain at the time that caused Sterling to completely block it all out so Ramsey filled in the blanks.

"You had a baby. Remember?" Ramsey asked.

Sterling said yes, she loved Brock so much. She didn't say why she was sleeping around or anything pertaining to Gary Reynolds.

Having again to be reminded of the baby she gave up, Sterling confessed she paid Ramsey to get rid of the kid. She assumed it was being placed with an agency that would find it a good home. Nice and clean like one finds a home for an unwanted animal.

The agreement with Ramsey was that once the baby was disposed of, Ramsey would leave Genoa City and never return. Ramsey explained having broken her agreement because she had been disowned by her family. She had to come back because she's getting old and when contacted by the agency looking for Jill Abbott's birth mother figured it would be a great way to earn some spending money. If not for Sterling running her mouth to John Abbott she might at this very moment be rolling in dough.

All this talk made something snap inside Sterling's head. "Are you saying the baby was Jill?" she asked.

Was Sterling not listening? Had she not heard a word Ramsey had said? Was there some reason she continued denying she knew Ramsey when at first she thought Charlotte was fleecing Jill?

The pain spread over Sterling's body like a warm alcoholic glow as the reality set in. Yes, the baby she gave up and Jill Abbott are one in the same.

The horror was too much. Sterling needed a drink. Before reaching for the booze she ordered Ramsey to leave. And then it happened. A crushing blow to her brain sent Sterling spread-eagle on the floor. She was found moments later by Abbott who had stopped by to rip her heart out for lying about her birth mother. However, fate had found a way to beat her to the punch. Paramedics were called to haul the old woman off to the nearest emergency room.

That Sterling had a stroke is of little concern. Sure, she may spend weeks with bed sores on her butt unable to speak but history shows that stroke victims make remarkable recoveries in Genoa City. Dizzy Izzy Brana suffered a "mini-stroke" last year at this time and was up and out of the hospital in about an hour. Old man John Abbott had a stroke too and was not at all affected except for the bumpy ride in the ambulance.

The moral of this story - if there is one - will go down in history as a reminder that there are always, always, always painful ironies, and contradictions, and inconsistencies. A woman gives birth and doesn't remember? And just how were the Fosters allowed to keep Jill without legally adopting her?

Abbott, Sterling put their faith in hate

May 19, 2003
by Molly Media

This is the week. Somebody is going to the God Have Mercy Medical Center. By all guesstimates that somebody will be Katherine Sterling. Based on the frenzy the old woman was working herself into here Monday it's easy to see why. She's hearing voices in her head! Never a good sign.

That sentence was written prior to the development over the weekend that, as the Genoa City News first reported, Katherine Sterling is Jill Abbott's mother.

The voices Sterling heard were that of a baby crying and man telling a woman, "You have to do this" as the woman squealed, "I can’t. I can’t!"

If the man's voice isn't that of Gary Reynolds it can only mean that Katherine had an affair while married to him. It was no coincidence that Reynolds' name came up recently for the first time in thirty years. Sterling's first husband could also have had an affair with Charlotte Ramsey but this seems far-fetched as such news that the baby lived would not have shocked Katherine into a stroke. If Reynolds was not involved, then Ramsey was simply Katherine's stooge.

When Katherine told John Abbott recently that Charlotte had an abortion - she was lying. The voices in her head prove this.

The remaining question is: who is the father?

It's a good bet Sterling was pregnant at the time with either with Reynolds baby or another man's baby. She either found out about Gary's affair and threatened to abort his baby or Gary found out she was sleeping around and refused to raise another man's baby.

The latter seems most probable. Gary must have found out and ordered Katherine to give the baby away. He did not think at the time there would be a day when the baby would grow up and have children. At any rate, Brock Reynolds and Jill Abbott are brother and sister who at least share the same mother. This is why Billy Abbott and Mac Browning cannot get married. They are cousins.

With the young Abbott wedding set for next month the truth needs to come out because one related couple about to marry and have sex was bad enough. Genoa City doesn't need another Victoria Newman/Cole Howard fiasco although that relationship had a lukewarm ending. When it was determined Victor Newman did not sire Howard the young novelist of over fifty books (no joke) married Ms. Newman but the couple later divorced when Cole fell in love with his wife's step-mother.

Fetishism, rampant pseudo-religious family-values faux-ethical circle jerking masquerading as Christian humility. Old women sleeping with young boys, adultery, sisters boyfriend and husband swapping, best friends sleeping with husbands of best friends and brothels above eating establishments are all perfectly acceptable. But God forbid outright incest.

Whatever the outcome concerning the current fiasco it will be a win-win situation. Jill gets to know who her real mother is. Billy and Mac are prevented from marrying.

With her back up against the wall Charlotte has decided to put an end to all the finger pointing and staring and soft snickering. She's prepared to tell Katherine she's no longer willing to do her dirty work and wants to come clean.

Faced with the horror of having to admit she's Jill's birth mother after all the hatred they've built up over the years, the shock is too much. Katherine will have a stroke on Tuesday sending her directly to the hospital where she will be unable to speak.

Truly amazing is that after all is said and done Katherine and Jill will continue to hate each other.

Ho hum, ain't that Genoa City? It so is.

Mrs. Sterling, what does she know?

April 24, 2003
by Molly Media

Speculation continues to swirl in Genoa City over whether the old woman who lives in the very swanky shoe is part of a conspiracy to torpedo her part-owner roommate's hope of bonding with her thought to be biological mother.

Festering for years since Jill Abbott finagled her way into the Chancellor Estate, Katherine Sterling hasn't forgotten what Mrs. Abbott did and would like nothing better than to get even for making her life a living hell.

What better way to seek revenge then by hiring a woman (Charlotte Ramsey) to play the role of Abbott's mother?

The idea sparked outrage at first from those who said Sterling may be a devious old bitty but she'd never stoop so low as to plot a scheme in which Abbott is introduced to a woman she thinks is her mother and then just when mother and daughter are bonding Sterling and the woman yell, "fooled you, sucker!"

Knowing Abbott, she'd be hurt but not hurt enough to move off the estate. In fact, she'd probably spend even more time there.

Also of interest was Sterling's carefully chosen language on Thursday when in a state of high dudgeon, practically spitting rage, she remarked: "Jill’s a big fly in the ointment. She needs to be gone."

The comment caused consternation as to whether Ramsey is indeed a co-conspirator. Ramsey's demeanor changed slightly on Thursday when Abbott told her that Sterling has a history as an alcoholic.

The already murky water was further muddied when Larry 'Wartman' Warton - once Abbott's "big" service "dog" but now not much more than Sterling's houseboy - hinted that the old woman shouldn't get her panties in a knot for fear of a heart attack.

This too caused some observers to wonder if perhaps an old - medical emergency/woman needs life saving blood plot - is brewing.

As Sterling clings to life it's revealed that only Mrs. Abbott has the rare XYZ blood type needed to save her life. On the other hand, it could be Ramsey who has the compatible blood but because it's 90-proof the truth comes out that Ramsey is Sterling's daughter and that Abbott is Sterling's granddaughter or that Ramsey was a stooge and that Abbott is really Sterling's daughter.

Factor in too Sterling's memory burp during which she flashed to Abbott telling her son not to invite his girlfriend to any dinner Abbott might arrange for Ramsey and Sterling's warning to Abbott to leave Mac Browning alone and that if she didn't Sterling stands ready to end her own life.

One can almost imagine Sterling on her drive to Abbott's office, chuckling to herself as she rehearsed the performance - if it was a performance.