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2007 News Archives - Dru Winters

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The Power of Lucky Charms

April 27, 2007
by Brent Kellogg

Not that they're complaining, a few readers have asked why some of the articles I write aren't published on the day what I wrote about happened. Believe it or not, I do have a life outside the Genoa City News. When the two collide, personal matters, like going to the doctor or taking the dog/cats to the vet, come first. The GCN tries to be current, but even the news tonight on TV will be days, weeks, old. In some cases, being a few hours behind can be a good thing.

For example, earlier this week I asked why the Winters family was so quick to pack up the dearly departed Dru Winters' stuff and haul or give it away. I complained that had my wife died recently, I wouldn't be getting rid of her stuff two weeks later. Maybe it's just me, but I'd keep the memories alive, especially Gail's Bible. You don't need to know that Gail is deeply religious because, well, some have accused me of having made a deal with the Devil and how can a devil worshipper cohabitate with a Bible thumper? True, I don't believe there is a human god, and don't like that organized religion works on a reward system in that only those who believe in Him get to go to Heaven, but I do believe there is a higher power. That's why I was hoping Thursday that whatever that power is it would have struck certain members of the Winters family dead.

Since they claim to believe in God, He should have borrowed Satan's pitchfork and given Lily Winters Romalotti a good poke in the ass. There she was at the ritzy Athletic Supporter Club, with her rich and only friend Colleen Carlton, whining that she can't be there for her mother. Like her faux father, Lily has given up hope that Dru is alive. No body, no police investigation, it must be that Dru fell off a cliff to her death.

Gone for good, Dru won't be laying in a God Have Mercy Medical Center hospital room with Lily hovering over her and blaming herself for what happened. She won't get to say that she's going down the hall to the chapel to pray for a miracle. She won't be the child responsible for the adult in typical role reversal fashion.

And school girl Colleen, were she a true pal she would have patted Lily on the head and said there, there, it's gonna be okay, didn't seem to give a crap as she babbled about moving to Paris with her madly in love with college professor. She suggested Lily go to France to visit like money grows on trees and traveling to Paris is but a trip to the corner store. Yes, if Lily can get over her mother's death in a few weeks like Colleen's step-mother Ashley Carlton did after the death of her unborn baby, Lily can show Colleen her favorite tourist traps.

Suddenly aware that alcoholic daddy Neil Winters was alone, Lily sped home with hubby Daniel and foster 'bro Devon Hamilton to find the old man packing up mommy's stuff. To her credit, Lily objected. What was the rush? The rush was that Neil had given up hope and Dru's stuff must go - now!

Because there's always someone in the pack of fools who must patronize the latest social issue, like when Nate Hastings felt the patriotic duty to donate the content of his piggybank to New York firefighters in memory of Malfunction Winters, Daniel said that some of Dru's stuff should be donated to the "foster place" where Dru once worked. That Dru never worked at a foster place did not matter; Neil thought it was a wonderful idea. Besides, it's what Dru would have wanted like she would have wanted him to give up on finding her body so suddenly.

Overlooking the scene, Lily was amazed. There was Neil, a man who had lost his wife, still caring about his faux daughter. How does he do it? Incredibly, Neil had to explain he loves Lily and is capable of doing more than one thing at a time. The scene became so depressing Neil couldn't handle it. As the worried that he'll be alone to drink kids did nothing, Neil slithered off to the nearest bar to test his willpower and perhaps to see how long it would take before the woman he'd accused of being responsible for Dru's death came along.

Sharon Newman arrived on cue. She told Neil that it's not good to drink alone even if he was sipping club soda. His telling of the emotional struggle of packing Dru's stuff caused Sharon to remember when her daughter died. Without mention that the second anniversary of Cassie Newman's death is coming up, Sharon recalled how she'd break down bawling over the slightest memory of Cassie and therefore knew what Neil was going through. If it would help, and it did, Sharon said she'd help him pack Dru's stuff.

Back at the Winters wooden box, the kids didn't seem at all concerned that Neil had been alone which was the reason they'd gone to the box in the first place. Forgetting that among them was at least one who had accused Sharon of causing Dru's death, Sharon was welcomed with open arms as Neil began passing Dru's stuff out like a sick Santa Clause.

Lily received her mother's cross necklace, Devon the Bible and Daniel the locket containing a photo of Lily as a baby. Yum, that'll look good dangling around Daniel's neck during those late-night fantasies of romping in the hay with J.T. Hellstrom or Raul Guittierez. As for Sharon, since Neil said she "loved" Dru, he gave her Dru's "lucky charm" which obviously had run out of luck for Dru.

Happy as a pig in slop, Sharon ran home to show her new dad, um, husband the charm. Amazingly, Jack Abbott said he'd seen the charm before! He'd seen it a number of times when Dru would take it out of her purse and fondle it like a drunken gun owner. He'd even asked about it and Dru said she'd won it a dance competition and that it had brought her luck. It brought her Carmen Mesta, David Chow, an arrest record and a drunk for a husband.

So how lucky can one girl get? Sharon said now that she's got the charm it's gonna bring her good luck too! Not God, not the higher power they pretend to turn to in times of trouble, the Devil worshippers believe in a freaking trinket! God have mercy on their miserable souls.

Dru In a Box

April 25, 2007
by Brent Kellogg

Have you noticed something amiss in Genoa City? What's missing? Don't say credibility, we know that much. Don't say Nina Webster. Don't ask why she hasn't read the GC papers or otherwise heard that the real Phillip Chancellor III has been found. Don't question how that might affect Phillip IV's connection to the Chancellor inheritance or that old lady Katherine Sterling was allowed to walk away from a crime.

What's more important is that Cane Ashby has been offered a job at the Chancellor construction company. Ashby, his real name Chancellor, is sticking with the Ashby name. Why? Nobody knows, like they don't know and have never heard before of such a construction company and unless it's something new, Victor Newman didn't use it during construction of the Newman Wreck Center. What qualifies Cane to work for such a company beyond that of a sledge hammer pounding hunk making obnoxious remarks to passing women on his lunch break?

That's the great thing about being rich and well connected. Guys like Cane and Kevin Fisher and the lot of them don't need qualifications. They don't need an education although kids like the Daniel and Lily Romalottis and the Devon Hamiltons and the Colleen Carltons pretend to go to school where they major in art. Consider Miss Carlton's announcement that she's dropping out of college and moving to France with her loving teacher. Will she resume her education in Paris? Is changing colleges merely a matter of knocking on the new college door and saying I'm here, I'm rich, and so you better damn well let me in?

But here it is; what's missing.

The police investigation into Dru Winters' death.

With rumors swirling, with Neil Winters blaming Sharon Newman for his wife's death, why is he sitting on his ass? Why isn't he demanding the cops do something similar to the Carmen Mesta mess? Why isn't Wilma Bardwell invading privacy, bursting into offices unannounced, arresting people with no evidence? Why hasn't everyone present at the crime scene been accused of murder? Has Winters thrown up his hands and accepted Dru's death was an accident? Does that explain why he'll tell Sharon he didn't mean to accuse her of murder right after they'd sworn an oath to be friends?

Is it too freaking much to ask that Wilma take a look at those incriminating photos on the Internet? If those who put the photos on the net thought they were so incriminating, why haven't they gone to the cops? Why is the Press, so feared in this city, not running articles alluding to a crime cover-up or hounding members of the Winters family? What hasn't the judicial system looked into that sleepy judge who issued an injunction that the photos not be made public without hearing from both sides? Why hasn't the court demanded to know who violated the order by posting the photos on the net and why have the photos not been ordered taken down?

Neil claims to have loved Dru so much, he and his family will reportedly bawl and snivel as they pack Dru's worldly goods up, but where's the love? What husband sits by doing nothing when there's so much as a hint that his wife's death was not an accident? Husbands who have crawled into a bottle? Alcoholics who have fallen off the wagon and said it was just "temporary"? Drunks who say it's okay; they called an Alcoholics Anonymous friend and made it all go away?

And what the hell is Neil doing packing up Dru's stuff anyway? Is this what husbands do? Out of sight, out of mind? Where is he putting that stuff? Will Dru's hat collection go to a hat museum? Will some of the junk go to Dru's parents; her sister; Aunt PainMe Johnson? What of the parents? Were they ever notified? Wouldn't they like to come to the funeral? Will there be a funeral? What real, grieving, man does this so soon after his wife's disappearance? What happened to the hope Neil was holding out that Dru is alive?

Real men, real humans, do not give up so easily. Many wait years before disposing of the memories and many more would not think of such an abomination leaving their loved ones possessions exactly where they were. Still others, in Genoa City at least, erect shines in memory of the lost. If Neil had a pair, he'd set aside a section of his bar/nightclub for Dru. He'd call it Dru's Corner. He'd put on draft Dru's favorite drink.

You see, the thing is, what we so often hear, is the talk about family values. What does it say when at the end of the day all that remains of Dru can be crammed into a cheap box?

And Then There's Dru

April 23, 2007
by Mrs. Ethel Xavier

In the land of make believe where the beautiful people roam free, you will find many types of women. You have the deceitful oversexed vixen constantly on the prowl for her next conquest; the resident busy body who knows everything about everybody and lives to stick her nose where it doesn't belong; the homemaker who rears her children, supports her husband, and attempts to maintain order in a disorderly world.

And then there's Dru.

Genoa City will never be the same without arguably its most colorful and charismatic resident, Drucilla (Dru) Winters. From the moment Dru blew into town and graced the residents of Genoa City with her sassy, silky presence, she was destined to become one of the most beloved and revered members of the Winters family.

As the sharp-witted, streetwise, younger sister of Dr. Olivia Winters, Dru had come a long way since her humble beginnings to become the sultry, sophisticated woman we've all come to know today. A product of the inner-city and the urban community, Dru dreamed of becoming an international model. After marrying Newman Enterprises exec, Neil Winters, she pursued her dream against the wishes of her husband who wanted a more traditional, stay at home wife and mother. Instead of succumbing to her husband's wishes, Dru packed up baby Lily and headed for Paris where supermodels are born and bred. Many women would have folded under the pressure of their husband's expectations. Many women would have given up their desire to be more than merely a trophy wife in the shadow of their husband's accomplishments.

And then there's Dru.

We loved the way she could dine on caviar and champagne, but never forget her roots. We loved the way she could roll her neck, flash those wide eyes, and swing those hips, all while playing the corporate game. Who else but Dru could sashay into a room while appearing to announce to onlookers, "I'm here, the fabulous, Dru!"? She was a sista' among sistas. She was spunky, brash, sassy, sexy, intelligent, flashy, daring, and in your face. She could be a loving and compassionate mother, wife, or friend, but with a snap of her fingers, physically assault a gold digging hussy chasing after her husband, like nobody's business. Some women would have been the consummate lady. Some women would have abided by the status quo.

And then there's Dru.

Dru was a fighter who was dedicated to her family and to the causes she truly believed in. When the opportunity arose for her to make a difference in the life of a homeless young man, she challenged the system and husband Neil to become a foster parent and to provide him with a loving and stable home environment. She became not only a foster mother to this impressionable, young man, but a real mother and role model who fought for him in crisis, and in good times. Her, "If not me, then who?" attitude is one of the many reasons why we admired this extraordinary woman.

We may not have agreed with all the choices she made in her life, particularly with the unresolved issue of Lily's paternity, or how she allowed Neil to believe for years that Lily was without a doubt, his biological daughter. However, we have to give due credit to her determination to keep her family intact, no matter the cost. Some women would have sung like Patti Labelle under the pressure, and confessed years ago about their sexual encounter with Malcolm. Some women would not have trusted Malcolm to stay true to his word about Lily being Neil's daughter no matter what, and insisted on a paternity test just to be sure.

And then there's Dru.

Well known for pushing the envelope in just about every aspect of her life, to say Dru led a very interesting and complicated life would be an understatement. Sometimes her passion and beliefs landed her into some very precarious situations. From the cold medicine fiasco which resulted in a pregnancy by brother-in-law Malcolm, to the murder investigation of her husband's alleged mistress, Carmen, Dru's life has been as colorful as one of those incredible hats she adorns, and just as unbelievable. Her seemingly outrageous actions made it very easy for the prosecutor to suspect her of murder. It's always the wife who is suspected of murdering her husband's mistress. Especially if you're Dru Winters with a reputation to whup ass first and ask questions later. In my opinion, Carmen's beat down was more than justified. It was unfortunate, however, that the rumble with Carmen was recorded on tape and then conveniently placed into the hands of the prosecutor by a resident busy body. How unfortunate that Carmen had previously placed a restraining order against Dru. Some women would have allowed their husbands to continue flirting and playing with fire with another woman. Some women would have allowed the other woman to take the life she's built and simply abided by the confines of the bogus restraining order.

And then there's Dru.

We certainly can't forget her sense of style. The signature over the top hairstyles, the classy/chic outfits, and oh, those incredible hats. No one could pull together any of these looks more perfectly than Dru. Her clothing was an extension of her personality and herself. She was the epitome of style and a trendsetter. As a former international model, she not only fine tuned her modeling skills, but learned the business side of the world of modeling, eventually landing a position as a spokesperson with Newman Enterprises working side by side with hubby Neil.

It is only fitting that Dru's departure from Genoa City would be as dramatic as her arrival. Who is to blame for her untimely demise and can we really say that the fall over the cliff was an accident? Particularly when the fall involved her arch enemy, Phyllis Newman? Can we believe that Dru is gone when there was no evidence of her body to be found? Why did this happen and who should be accountable?

The memorial service was very apropos for Genoa City's most colorful resident. Her departure will definitely leave a vacancy in the Winters family and the Genoa City community that cannot be easily filled. The memories she leaves behind will certainly bring a smile to the faces of those who knew her best. We're going to miss her spirit, her quirkiness, and her spunk. We're going to miss her love of life and her zeal. She was a wife, mother, sister, aunt, and friend. But most of all, she was simply Dru.

Some women would have tried to be someone they are not. Some women would have left a legacy far less interesting.

And then there's Dru.

My girl was energizing, tantalizing, anything but compromising. Right on Dru!

Those Were the Days

April 13, 2007
by Brent Kellogg

Isn't there something strange about a man keeping a photo of Sharon Newman on his phone? Doesn't Brad Carlton see Sharon every other hour? Isn't she but a snap of his fingers away? Besides gawking at Sharon's picture when he's drinking, for what other purpose does Brad use it? Self-serving quickies in the men's room?

I'm wondering because Brad did that this week before settling for second best, his wife. It followed his swapping spit with Sharon who said she can't keep seeing him because, at this late date, it wouldn't be fair to her fiancée, Jack Abbott. It didn't matter to Brad that here's a woman engaged to marry another man wanting nothing to do with him because he's made a living off other men's wives. Brad is, and has been married a number of times, but he's never satisfied. He feels women like Sharon deserve better than Jack and that he's of whom they are deserving. Women wait in line for the opportunity.

Alas, Sharon feels Jack is more deserving. As Genoa City's biggest whore, she is not worthy. And yet, since Jack has his black heart set on her, Sharon says she'll marry him and she will be happy. Sadly, this means Brad will have to find another whore to pleasure him. If none is readily available, Brad should consider his wife. Oh, but that won't work for Brad. Victoria Carlton is pregnant. She's got a beast in her belly and as such cramps his sexual style. Surely Sharon jests. She can't resist. She didn't when she spread her legs for him in a New York hotel room. She didn't care then what sleeping around might do if her fragile son found out. But now she's flip-flopped. She doesn't want Brad to do to his unborn child what Nick Newman did to Noah Newman. After all, it was Nick's fault. He made Sharon lay down with Brad. It wasn't what she did, it was Nick doing the same with Phyllis Summers that so hurt their son. So be gone, you dog!

Sharon, baby, you are one hot babe. Jack is damn lucky to have someone like you. All those men before him in your pants. Bet Jack has an orgasm just thinking about it.

Jack, out of the loop as always, is confused. He thinks Sharon isn't doing well. Along with all the others blaming themselves for what happened to Dru Winters, Sharon blames herself. She doesn't look like she's not doing well, but then Jack hasn't lived with her yet. Wait until he discovers Sharon always looks like she's not doing well.

Speaking ill of the dead, a prayer service was held today for the missing Dru Winters subsequent to her falling off a cliff. The actual service to be covered in another report provided it's newsworthy, it's what happened prior to the service that numbed great minds. Winters' adopted son, Devon Hamilton, apparently taking another day off from school, got it into his head that after the service attendees would be hungry. Rather than have the event catered by Athletic Supporter Manager Gina Roma who may have provided finger food the average prayer-goer might find tasty, Hamilton decided to whip up a batch of Mrs. Winters' favorite food!

It wasn't immediately known what that food was; no mention was made of burnt slug meat odor permeating the air. But there was the question as to why, whenever someone dies in this Satan ravaged city, the subject of the dead person's favorite things comes up. Cassie Newman's favorite sport; her favorite doll, Cindy; her favorite meal. What is wrong with these people?

What is wrong when Mrs. Winter's daughter says she can't find Daddy Winters? Why couldn't Lily Romalotti call over to Neil Winters' Indigo Jazz Club to ask if he was there? Why did Lily, her porn addicted husband and Devon have to go look for him? Where, oh, where could he be that they couldn't simply call?

Sure enough, Neil was at the Indigo where he'd slept the night before. Hung-over, Neil put some coffee in his booze. He looked up in a drunken stupor as Dr. Olivia Winters walked in and slurring his words asked what she was doing there. It wasn't like he'd bothered to call to say her freakish sister is missing and could be dead.

For someone learning that her sister may have passed to the great beyond, Olivia didn't flinch. She seemed more concerned that niece Lily had been married at a young age to a simpleton. She congratulated Neil for staying sober and did not smell the stink reeking from his unwashed body though her eyes squinted when Neil didn't seem proud of himself. So, how long has Neil been hitting the bottle? He said it didn't matter. He said the kids won't noticed that he's falling down drunk because they're too busy fretting over Dru (again) and cooking her favorite food.

It was at that moment Lily walked in to say she'd been trying to reach daddy. "So why didn't you call the club?" Neil did not ask, noting instead that his cellphone battery was low. So low in fact it would not have received a call from Lily had she bothered to call. Then, as incredible as these scenes always are, Neil said he was going to the God Have Mercy Medical Center to see if the hospital had found his wife.

What the hell? Do hospitals do this? Is St. Elsewhere right now looking for missing persons in Chicago? If it is, which isn't likely, wouldn't it call the family should it locate the missing person in question? And who, besides a drunk skunk, leaves his sister-in-law alone to stew when she hasn't been in town for more than an hour?

It wasn't the first place she stopped, but later Olivia was seen at the Jitter Joint going though a photo album loaded with pictures of her sister. Lily was there when Olivia pointed at the photos photographer Blade Bladeson took of Dru and twitching, said it was Blade who "discovered" Dru. It was Dru who, against Neil's order, signed a modeling contract with Kellum & Rogers in 1996 which eventually led to Neil saying he wanted Dru chained to the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant which led to Dru taking his brother's baby and fleeing to Paris. Oh yes, those were the days, my friend. It seemed they'd never end.

The Tools of Terroristic Choice

April 6, 2007
by Brent Kellogg

Isn't it about time to have Wisconsin declared a terrorist state? Shouldn't it be invaded and occupied until the evil ones inflicting horror are rooted out and law and order returned to the innocent people of Genoa City? How long can the passive/aggressive types be allowed to get away with their crimes against humanity? How many times can Phyllis Newman get away with blackmailing her enemies and when one of her victims fall off a cliff whine that it's her fault and that she should be blamed? The nerve of this woman, this evil thing, to say that her husband shouldn't let her off the hook and Nick Newman, without knowing what really happened, pacifies the bitch by saying she shouldn't beat herself up too much. If Nick's head wasn't up his ass half the time, he'd know Sharon and Phyllis have never liked and should be kept far apart like two mad dogs.

What did Phyllis think the outcome of her blackmail would be? That Sharon would keep her mouth shut? That Jack Abbott would give a crap knowing that Sharon and Brad Carlton had sex in a New York hotel room? That Nick would care who Sharon's doing since he dumped her sorry ass? When Phyllis' worst enemy, Dru Winters, came to Sharon's defense, didn't Phyllis have a clue that things would only get worse? As she continues lying, Phyllis blames herself. When will she fess up and tell Nick she was blackmailing Sharon? When will she confess that she would have liked nothing more than for Sharon to be dead? That's what she wanted. That's what blackmail is; a tool by which to inflict terror, it often results in death.

Phyllis isn't the only evil one. Lily Winters Romalotti, upset that crooked lady cop Maggie Sullivan was directing traffic at the crime scene, accused her of having it in for her mother. Sullivan did, after all, side with D.A. Wilma Bardwell during the Carmen Mesta murder investigation. Then Lily turned her hatred toward Phyllis, her mother-in-law, saying that if she hadn't been squabbling with Sharon her mother wouldn't be swimming with the fishes.

Neil Winters, taking the word of a daughter he never knows from one day to the next whether she's telling the truth, picked up the virtual pitchfork Lily was wielding. Did you do it Phyllis? Did you kill my wife? Sharon? Later, because he has no male friends to speak of, Neil had to cry on Victor Newman's shoulder about what has happened.

Before it was all said and done, while unfortunately Sharon will live and Phyllis lied yet again at the God Have Mercy Medical Center when she claimed to be Sharon's sister and regardless that Jack all but said today that if not for the many times they've all been patients at one time or another and an air-headed nurse did not recognize Phyllis, the blame game had intensified to the point where Daniel Romalotti was blaming himself for what happened. Jack blamed himself for putting two women who hated each other together, and Devon Hamilton, always the out of touch sissy, snarled that if they, the Winters clan were Newmans the police would have done more to find Dru's body.

Oh, how quick they are to hate. Not that Phyllis isn't deserving, it would be nice if just once they'd wait until they have the facts.

I wouldn't be surprised that if they knew you, they'd hate you too. That shirt you're wearing? Chances are, Phyllis hates it. That car you drive? It's for whiny un-American pansies. The fact that you may have eaten tofu and have actually had sex while standing up? Pervert heathen. Some days, Phyllis and her ilk have trouble counting all the ways in which they hate. Some days, they hate the fact that there are not enough hours in the day for them to count the ways in which they hate.

Hate has become a pastime. Now, you might say, I do not like all this talk of hate. It all sounds so very - hateful. This is understandable. It is not a comfortable feeling. But it must be noted, because perhaps more than any other time in Genoa City history, hated, blame, and emotional blackmail have become the tools of terroristic choice.

The Blame Game Redux

April 5, 2007
by Brent Kellogg

Long before Sharon Newman fell off that cliff I wondered how she could possibly survive when her lips are so tightly attached to Dru Winters' ass? Since Dru plunged into the water below, why didn't Sharon? And who in their right mind would stand so near a cliff that they could fall off? Were there no safety barriers in place? Will Neil Winters stop eating with his mouth full long enough to pick up on this minor detail and sue who, or whatever, is responsible? Did the girls participating in the photo shoot sign a waiver saying that Newman Enterprises, NVP, Clear Springs, et al., is not responsible for the antics of its employees resulting in death or injury?

If you were Neil, wouldn't you consult a lawyer? Oh, that's right. In the entire big city of Genoa, there is but one lawyer and Michael Baldwin is thought to be representing Katherine Sterling. Until he gets word that Sterling won't be charged with kidnapping, Baldwin will most likely be unavailable which is not to say Neil would hire him. What man recently elected to the NE board of directors would sue his own meal ticket? Who would pay Devon Hamilton's and Lily Romalotti's tuition should Neil lose his job? Oh, silly. Neil would simply get a job at Jabot Cosmetics. There are only three major employers in this town and one of them, Chancellor Industries, doesn't count because CE doesn't offer multiple cosmetic company or health spa spin-offs.

Neil could go to work at the Jitter Joint, but can you imagine him behind the counter slinging double-caramel-cheesecake-eggnog candy-coated triple-whipped white chocolate grande mocha with extra corn syrup solids and globs of mysterious grainy residue at the bottom for $17 lattes? Can you imagine Neil working at the Indigo Jazz club he owns? Oh my, what a concept.

Long before Dru fell off the cliff, didn't we know that Sharon would blame herself? Can you hear it already? The annoying whine? The floor pacing and replaying in her small mind the events leading up to the fall and Sharon saying if only she hadn't been tugging on Phyllis Newman's cellphone what happened wouldn't have happened.

Can you imagine too Dru returning from the dead to haunt Sharon? Can we agree how fitting it was that Dru would die the same way Malfunction Winters did only not in Africa and Malfunction didn't die? What were the odds that a similar type of death would happen to the same family? With that sweet ass gone, who will Sharon choose to be matron of dishonor at her wedding? Will the wedding be postponed? Will it follow a sad memorial service at which it's already been asked which of the Winters' clan will fail to show?

Who shall notify Dru's parents? Who knows where Aunt PainMe Johnson is? Will Nate Hastings accompany his mother? We'd love to see them. We'd like to see Sharon's mother, BoreUs Collins, at the wedding too, but don't hold your breath. The best we can hope for is a forever, oh Lord, her grades will surely drop now, or she out of college, Lily Romalotti bawling her beady eyes out. "I want my Mommy!" Lily may scream during her nightmares alone in the bedroom as hubby Daniel masturbates in front the computer downstairs and swears he's going to cancel that subscription to the Strangers by Night porn site.

As for Devon losing his adopted Ma, will he replay the Carmen Mesta confrontations? Will he get in Sharon's face and accuse her of killing his Ma like Carmen wrecked his family? Will Devon invite his real mama to the funeral? Will he ever grasp that becoming a member of this family was the biggest mistake of his meaningless life?

The big question, as always, is how long it'll take before everyone forgets Dru? How long before Neil is sucking around some other woman? How long before the kids breakout their pitchforks and hurl hateballs at whomever Neil has chosen for not being worthy of having them as step-children? What will it take to send Devon on the run again, perhaps to a zoo, where the new wife can rescue him from a monkey cage and Devon, breaking down, saying he was so wrong about her and if she'll forgive him promises never to throw another hissy fit?

You see? It's already begun. The blame game redux.

Ladies on a Cliff

March 28, 2007
by Brent Kellogg

Forget for a moment that there's expected to be a gathering of three Genoa City women on a cliff, and one of them will be pushed to her death, ask yourself why these women would be on the edge of a cliff at all? Reliving that day in the New Mexican desert when Victor Newman, while wrestling with his captor named Chet Delancy, slugged Chet who fell to his death? Maybe the girls will flash back to the day when Larry 'Wartman' Warton tussled with Ralph Hunnicutt and Ralph took the great fall to his death only he didn't die.

In this city, anything is possible and so when I heard that the, ahem, ladies on the cliff will be Sharon and Phyllis Newman and Dru Winters, I couldn't help but wonder what will bring them together? Having taken a oath to protect her girl, will Dru call Phyllis out for a duel?

"Meet me a Black Rock Point at high noon. Oh, yeah. Come alone if you don't want to be embarrassed after I kick your ass."

Then again, maybe Phyllis calls Sharon out. Like Ralph whipped Billy Abbott's ass and left him in a pile to rot, Phyllis could smack Sharon around only to have Dru show up at the last moment. Scratching each other's eyes out, Phyllis finds an advantage and, oops, there goes Dru over the cliff to her death.

The last scenario is the best bet, but without the violence. From what's been seen in the crystal balls, and where's psychotic Sylvia when Dru needs her, it'll be Dru who falls when Phyllis gives her a nudge. As always, it won't be the fall, it'll be the sudden stop that kills Dru.

While some of it makes sense, what with Phyllis blackmailing Brad Carlton and his lover, with Sharon being such a fool that she'd go anywhere to meet with a terrorist, like she did when she went alone to a cabin in the woods to meet with Matt Clark, and had to be rescued by a racing to the scene in a gas-guzzling Hummer driven by Victor, it makes no sense that these women would stand together on the edge of a cliff so that Dru can accidentally go over the edge.

Oh yeah, it'll be an accident. There's an excellent chance Wilma Bardwell won't investigate because, you know, Wilma can anticipate what jurors think beforehand. There won't be any need for a trial, thus saving taxpayers thousands and eliminating the need for those charged to stand around whining about their fears of going to prison, and others blaming themselves except the person to blame.

There's talk on the grapevine that Sharon will turn the tables by blackmailing Phyllis so that she'll keep quiet about Sharon's affair and this secret can drag out for longer than the secret Michael Baldwin keeps about the woman in the trunk of his car, or that it was Phyllis who made an attempt on Paul Williams' and Christine 'Bug' Blair's life and subsequently set the fire that killed Sasha Green.

There should be a grand funeral too. Or, as they're called in Genoa City, memorial services. Members of Dru's immediate family will deliver speeches of how Dru was a good woman and their hero. Dru's sister, Olivia, will return sans Nate Hastings and there will be much bawling. That Nate did not tag along will be a good thing as most likely he'd offer up his piggy bank contents as a token to the firemen and rescue teams who recovered his auntie Dru's lifeless body.

Don't count on Dru's parents flying in from somewhere to attend their daughter's funeral. Walter and Lillie Belle Barbara are probably dead by now. Dru's old talent manager, Sid Garber won't show; Wes Carter, the man both Dru and Olivia fought over, won't show, nor will God knows where she is, auntie PainMe Johnson, or Malfunction Winters, the biological father of Dru's daughter.

And don't count on members of Neil Winters' family coming to the event. Except for a half-wit brother, Dru's husband doesn't have a family.

Barring the return of Dru's ghost, ruling out Lily Winters having a few bad nightmares, like most who die in Genoa City, no matter how much they were loved, they will quickly be forgotten.

I Shall Be Released

March 8, 2007

And so it was meant to be. Just like that, Dru Winters is free again to prepare for the next crisis/tragedy. She took the witness stand Thursday to rattle off the list of things done to her by that wicked witch Mesta and thus, with the help of her own husband and David Chow, drove herself to such insanity the God Have Mercy Medical Center felt it had to hold her against her will.

Shown a photograph of Mesta and the look-a-like Mesta, the sleepy judge agreed that Dru had a good reason to get crazy. Who wouldn't? Who hasn't been stalked and gone insane as a result?

Called to the stand next, Dr. Quakers, um, Lynch, said he was certain Dru was Looney Tunes, but now, after the fact, when he didn't bother to conduct much of an investigation, when he's seen the look-a-like, well, he must be the crazy one. It was wrong, wrong, for Dru to be locked up when nobody in their right mind would be detained under similar circumstances and Dru should be released albeit not without ongoing therapy because, ahem, Dru's not crazy.

And while Michael Baldwin had objected to the look-a-like Mesta testifying, the woman nevertheless took the stand to say Dru's a freaking whack job. Under cross-examination, Baldwin accused the woman of seeking revenge for Mesta's death assuming, like so many others had, although Devon Hamilton had been charged with murder, it was Dru who had committed the violent act.

Objecting that Baldwin didn't have any proof to support his claim, given that the look-a-like had only surfaced recently, the persecution just couldn't make its case as the judge ruled that Dru is free to go, apparently without any strings attached to keep her in tow.

Crazy as it all was, outside the courtroom Chow and the woman spoke of their greatest fear. Someone, perhaps a hunkmonkey, might figure out that they are in cahoots. Just because Dru is free doesn't mean Mesta's murder has been solved. Has everyone forgot? Why yes, at least one person forgot what Chow did to them.

And how quickly Dru forgot. No sooner had she doled out, presumably, large chucks of cash to Baldwin, within days of being confined in a nut house because her moronic husband had made a pact with the Devil, Dru was forgiving Chow!

"Oh please Mr. Man. Don't hold my bad behavior against me. I must have been crazy to think you did all those things at my apartment. I must have blanked out. I was out of my head when I spent all that money on a new alarm system and who the hell is gonna pay that hospital bill? You? I don't think so. Say, why don't we go have tea with Katherine Sterling and Jill Abbott. We can talk about things like DNA with those old hags. DNA? Yeah, you know, like the DNA the judge didn't request from your lady friend who really is Carmen, but we're supposed to forget about that 'cause this story has dragged on for so long we want to establish a world record," Dru did not say, because all that matters is that she's been released.

Incompetence Hearing

March 8, 2007
by Brent Kellogg

We seem to have this bizarre notion about innocence. It's this fantasy that Dru Winters is but a poor girl trapped in a system holding her against her will and it's all perfectly legal. Like happy sheep we somehow become horribly appalled and it's all we can do not to mess our pants and get emotionally distressed before finally wheezing and saying, well, at least she's getting a competency hearing.

Like bail hearings in Genoa City, competency hearings come fast and furious. There is no waiting around for medical reports or lining up medical experts to testify as to why Dru should be restrained for the remainder of her unnatural life. Likewise, there's no waiting around for those testifying on Dru's behalf.

Who needs them when Devon Hamilton is ready at a moments notice? Who cares about facts when Dru's stalker, the man who scared her half to death and into the nuthouse, is ready at the drop of a hat to testify on Dru's behalf? What should it matter that Devon has taken another day away from college and none of the children who made a big deal about going to college have actually spent more than a day in class. Devon, having missed so many days while going through the long process of getting new ears, is assumed to have just caught up with his studies following a two week absence. Colleen Carlton, in the hospital, helping with the reliquary search, has not seen the inside of a classroom since. Daniel and Lily Romalotti, college students too, have better things to do than attend class.

For her part though, Colleen is the lucky one. Her professor, her lover, has been nice enough to drop off lecture notes for her Gothic Art class. Colleen's mother, Traci Abbott Connelly was as impressed as Colleen's daddy was. Colleen may not learn anything else in college, but she'll damn well know everything there is about art. And won't that be a boon when Colleen grows up and goes on to manage the Newman Art collection - or something? Not that she isn't grown, Colleen said this week, for the umpteenth time, she's old enough to make decisions on her own which is why she moved out of daddy's house and into the Abbott Hotel. Forget about finding a place of her own, Colleen's not old enough or intelligent enough to fill out a rental application which is not to say it's Colleen's fault she's so stupid, her parents keep treating her like a child.

Yes, I'm being picky. I'm rolling my eyes and wondering: If the State, if the God Have Mercy Medical Center, whatever, wanted Dru locked up so bad it was able to get a court order in about an hour to make it so, why were the appropriate representatives not at the hearing? Why have there been no psychological tests performed on Dru? How did the hearing come about so quickly when in other states it can take forever to get a competency hearing?

And for God's sake, why does Neil Winters continually employ an all-purpose lawyer to handle such matters? Does Michael Baldwin work for free? Have not the Winters already racked up a massive bill with this ambulance chaser and therefore, because there are no other lawyers in the city, has no choice?

Like you, I can only imagine. I can only shudder when Baldwin informs his client's husband that it's up to him, Neil, to track down David Chow and convince Chow to testify on Dru's behalf. My skin crawled when Baldwin said that Carmen Mesta's identical-looking cousin would not need to testify when that women is key to Dru's freedom. Think about it.

Think about too the recent foot traffic at the Little Shop of Horrors. How interesting that of all the places there must be to shop in such a big city, Mesta's cousin wandered into the very shop owned and operated by Baldwin's wife? How freaky that Chow would meet her there and talk with her about the hearing when Chow's been around long enough to know that Dru's daughter allegedly works there. Not that Lily was on duty when Chow was there, but of all the places to talk about a conspiracy, why go to the Horror Shop?

Let's be clear too about this: The woman said to be Mesta's cousin is really Carmen. The dead woman thought to be Carmen, is the cousin. Chow and Mesta conspired to kill her. Sure, I'm going out on limb, I've been wrong before, but I got right the fact that J.T. Hellstrom would be sprung on bail within moments of his arrest and so, coupled with Baldwin's not wanting the one woman who could most help Dru's case testifying, it makes sense there's something fishy going on.

Not that we care any longer, but consider this: Baldwin did not inform his witnesses who would be at the hearing? He did not tell Devon and Lily that there was a good chance Chow would testify? Neil did not stop to call the kids to alert them of the possibility of Chow's appearance so that the goober twins would not bug their beady eyes out and seem so shocked?

Why does everything shock these bozos? Why, as his first witness, didn't Baldwin put the experts on the stand or enter the medical reports into the record? Because there aren't any? Was the judge in such need of sleep? Did he not know members of Dru's family would have nothing but good things to say of Mama Dru? Did the judge wonder who that opposing counsel was? Was Wilma Bardwell busy? It's a wonder Bardwell and the dirty, lady cop weren't called to testify or working to keep Dru locked up given Bardwell's dislike for this family.

And with all the pleas for DNA of late, why did the judge not ask that the woman Chow claims looks like Mesta be summoned to appear? Why wouldn't DNA be needed to prove who the woman is? Because this is another example of botched Genoa City justice?

Turns out the look-a-like took it upon herself to show up. It was, after all, an open court. If she hadn't there would be no reason for courtroom participants to gasp as though they were in some Perry Mason murder mystery where the killer stands up to reveal him/her self.

Care to venture a guess as to what happens next? Think the judge will wake up, see the look-a-like and without questioning her, declare that Dru isn't crazy and thus orders her release? Think there will be any probe into why the hospital so thought Dru was a loon it wanted to hold her against her will? Think that once she's free Dru, or her family, will file suit for wrongful imprisonment? Don't get your hopes up. This is Genoa City. This is where deep subjects are one-dimensional, easily glossed over and should similar events happen to you, do not worry. You'll be out of jail; out of the nut house; in a day or two.

Burn in Hell

February 28, 2007
by Brent Kellogg

So now we're supposed to forgive Neil Winters for pressing to have his wife committed to a nut house because Dru Winters was under such stress? That's what I'm hearing from those who not so long ago considered Neil such a pussy they nicknamed him 'Kneel'. Now he's to be coddled and felt sorry for because, well, Dru is Looney Tunes? He's only trying to protect his brood when Lily Romalotti and Devon Hamilton are the ones who have contributed to much of Dru's stress and if anyone should be locked up, it's the children of the corn. Shall we review? Shall we go down the list of crazy things Romalotti and Hamilton have done?

Shall we recall that if Neil hadn't allowed Mesta to lead him around by the ring in his nose none of what's happening would be happening? If the shoe was on the other foot, would you have your spouse or SO committed? Wouldn't that be an absolute last resort? If you had the money to piss away on bails and electronic equipment and hospital bills, unless your spouse had been slitting her wrists or overdosing on medication, wouldn't a shrink be more appropriate?

Wasn't Lauren Baldwin under more duress than Dru? Why was she not committed? All it took to snap Baldwin out of her funk were a couple days at GHM, a face-to-face with her demons, and a few illegally obtained downers. Look at Baldwin now. Ain't she fine? What makes Dru any crazier than anyone else in this city? For years Michael Baldwin knew his brother was a whack job, but he never suggested Kevin Fisher be locked up.

Look at Sharon Newman, if you dare. Here's the town slut seeing and talking with ghosts and it was never suggested she be caged. Sharon was a falling down, bawling constantly, so out of it she abandoned her family, loon. She still is. Anyone who would tell their friend, of whom their lips have been firmly attached to their ass, that going into a cuckoo's nest is a good thing, need their heads examined.

Look at Ashley Abbott when she was Mrs. Carlton. Stealing sperm, walking around with an imaginary baby, she was never committed.

And for people persistently checking the Internet for guidance, why in the hell did Neil not Google nut houses before going along with what amounts to his wife's incarceration? Had Neil bothered to check he would have discovered that once the loony bin had carte blanc, Dru's fate was out of his hands.

Once locked up, albeit for now the GHM's Department of the Crazed, hospitals such that this one are, can keep their patients indefinitely. A day late and a dollar short, now that Neil has figured out that Dru wasn't imagining seeing who she thought was Mesta, he's whining. Now that Dru's in, he can't get her out. Dru's whining too. She must have thought, gosh, I'll just give away my rights, let them lock me up, and if I don't like it I can walk away much like Britney walks away from rehab.

So now what? More money pissed away on a useless lawyer to get her out? A competency hearing at which Dru's worse enemy will testify on her behalf? Would that be Phyllis Newman or David Chow? Speaking of which, someone should lock Neil's ass up for inviting Chow over to the Winters wooden box knowing damn well it would scare the crap out of Dru. Neil should be whipped for what we hear will be his teaming up with Chow to get at the truth pertaining to the look-a-like Mesta woman, who it turns out is Mesta's cousin, and would not be a surprise if she's working with Chow to drive Dru crazy which was, originally, Chow's intent.

As is so often the case, the real crazies, those who should be in a Hannibal Lecter cage, are roaming around free while the least crazy of the bunch is made to burn in the hell the psychiatry ward at GHM has got to be.

Preying on the Praying

February 21, 2007
by Brent Kellogg

You don't need me to tell you how many times members of the Winters clan have worried about the slightest disruption in their miserable lives. If one so much as farts funny the others stand around wringing their hands and wondering what will become of them when they should have learned long ago.

What happens to them is what always happens to them. If it's not Neil Winters crawling out of a bottle, it's Lily Winters getting sent to a reform school, Dru Winters fretting that someone wants to do her harm, or Devon Hamilton being charged with a crime he didn't commit.

Now, it's Dru's turn again. She's acting strange which is stranger than her usually strange self. Neil and Lily and Devon are pacing the floor. What's wrong with Mommy? Has she gone mad this time? Is she seeing dead people? Did the dead people fake their deaths? Are they plotting evil and sticking pins into Dru-like dolls? Is Neil calling for another DNA test like one calls for a pizza? Must they have private proof that Carmen Mesta is dead because they can't trust the Genoa City Police or the Coroner's Office to have already proclaimed Mesta dead and wasn't that death confirmed long ago by Wilma Bardwell which is why Devon was charged with murder?

Speaking of Devon, how is it that a boy with his own problems would have any inclination that his adopted mother's condition might be more serious such that she needs medical help? Is Devon going to medical school? Hasn't he heard Neil say a million times that Dru is merely suffering from the stress of being part of a family forever dealing with various crisis and tragedies? What normal college freshman would worry so? Why not leave the, um, adults to work out their own problems? Because when it comes to adult matters the dominant male in this family is childlike?

What else would explain why Neil would tell the children to "keep an eye" on their mother while he, Neil, goes to have a chat with Mommy's shrink? Do shrinks really do this?

"Say Doc, my wife is acting strange. What do you think is wrong with her? Gasp! You're going to tell me? You're going to violate doctor-patient confidentiality? Oh, that's right. This is Genoa City. No, Doc. Don't worry that Dru might barge in here at any moment to ask what the hell is going on; the children are watching her like she's some senile old woman in a nursing home."

And Dr. Lynch, so named because someone forgot that name conjures up bad memories of a crazed April Lynch killing her dentist husband by the same name, and how April escaped the hangman's noose like so many other killers in this city have, surmised that Dru is doing what she does out of guilt. Dru was insane to think Mesta was after Neil and vice-versa when that was exactly the reality.

Having all but said that if Dru has a problem it's mental, Dr. Lynch suggested she be taken to a quack at the God Have Mercy Medical Center to be sure she isn't suffering from any one of a number of physical maladies.

As for the kids, they were watching Dru like a hawk. She told them she wanted to go shopping alone and damn but what they let her. Later, Dru was seen at the Jitter Joint having flashbacks before returning home where she told Devon and Lily that thanks to her, Mesta, and that David Chow creep, will soon be behind bars.

The kids didn't say, but they most have known, based on Devon's experience, nobody in this godforsaken city goes to prison overnight. Devon and Lily must have heard too about Sheila Carter and how it was said Carter was prison proof. They were convinced that Dru is certifiable, however. Especially when Neil returned to say that he'd confirmed Mesta's death, and Dru said she wasn't buying no stinking DNA report. To that end, Dru announced she'd obtained what was called a "security camera" presumably to catch those moments on tape when Mesta slides under the front door of the Winters' wooden box. The tape will prove she's not crazy.

And if Mesta's doesn't slide under the door or between the cracks what will Dru do? She'll wait for the breaking news. She'll keep her eyes glued to the TV for 'live' reports of the town hunkmonkey receiving his hero badge for saving another freak Dru hates; Kevin Fisher. The city will be buzzing with reports of how Jana Hawkes confessed to killing Mesta and of Fisher prepared to give his life so that others might live. It would seem the answer to Dru's prayers if only she had prayed instead of allowing herself to become the prey and the newest patient at the Shady Pines Nut House.

A Bad Nightmare

February 1, 2007
by Brent Kellogg

For those of you who may have been thinking that Neil Winters, or Mrs. Winters for that matter, would have hauled their collective ass over to Victor Newman's office and tell the great man that they've been done wrong; that David Chow is a creep and should have no right to be working with Mr. Winters regardless of who he works for, it didn't happen today.

Given the Winters seem to have accepted they are helpless, it may not happen at all. If it does, most likely Newman will have a great excuse as to why he's helpless too. It's not like he owns Granville Global. There's probably some fine print in the agreement Newman signed that says whenever GG executives want one of their flunkies - which Chow must be - working at corporate headquarters, they are the deciders. They get to pick and choose and if Chow happens to have it in for the Winters, why should that matter?

Like cuddly teddy bears destined to have their eyes pulled off, I fully expect another daze to settle over the Winters. They will cower and cry and say life sucks and wonder why rarely a day has passed in something like the past ten years when they haven't been embroiled in a crisis. She won't, but Mrs. Winters might want to kick herself for coming back to Genoa City. When she was in Paris, life was a bowl of cherries. And then, fool that she is, Winters came home, pulled her husband out of an alcoholic fog, and look where it got her.

Nothing but misery and pain and that's how it was again today when lo and behold, and isn't it always the case, Dru began having bad dreams in which she kills Carmen Mesta. And as always, nursemaid Neil said it's all that damn stress.

Funny too, for a woman so stressed, Dru has found the time to work on a Newman Enterprises widgets convention. Despite the fact that she's almost always with her man, she sent Neil email informing him that the "assignment" she'd be given was complete and when told there's no need to work on a completed project, Dru said she never sent no stinking email to which Neil said, gosh, it must be the stress causing his lady to have memory lapses.

To prove that Dru had indeed sent the mail, Neil produced the email as, well hell, everyone carries with them hardcopies of mail they've received. It didn't matter to Dru that the mail had her name on it, that it originated from her ISP, she didn't send it and so it must have been that if someone can use her credit card with impunity, they can access her email account too, and to be sure Neil will have a computer geek look into the probability that Dru isn't really a nut job.

And because he had nothing better to do, when Dru nodded out, Neil began worrying too. What will become of his wife? What will become of their adopted son whose criminal trial starts this Friday? The ambulance-chasing lawyer stopped by to discuss it, but with all the stress they never thought to ask, "How can there be a trial when there's been no grand jury indictment?" How can Devon Hamilton be facing a murder rap when there are so many other potential suspects and was the District Attorney not told that someone sounding like Carmen Mesta was seen and heard by Mrs. Winters? Might the DA want to double-check that indeed it's Mesta's body still rotting at the City Morgue? Wouldn't Will Bardwell think it odd nobody has claimed the body and if so many people cared about Mesta, as Victor Newman so did he personally wrote a letter to Mesta's brother, that if there had been a funeral or burial, not one person attended it?

Could it be, with so many blunders and inconsistencies, the entire Mesta murder is just a bad nightmare?

Teats on a Bull

January 15, 2007
by Brent Kellogg

Is David Chow independently wealthy? Is he on leave from his New York City job where even his girlfriend, the woman he said he was planning to marry, Carmen Mesta worked when she was summoned to Genoa City to save the troubled Jabot Cosmetics and then turned around and went to work for the competition before she was killed? If Chow didn't have a job, if he's not rich, was he planning to sponge off Mesta?

You gotta ask because Chow has just rented an apartment, which in most cities, would be impossible without an wad of money or a job and not a job in another state. It would be nice to find out too how it is that the apartment building, thought to be a ritzy one, did not have a waiting list. Chow just walked in, asked if there was an apartment available, and lo but what there was and right next door to his victim, Dru Winters.

Adding to this dizzy notion is the fact that not so long ago the Winters purchased the apartment next door, tore down an adjoining wall, and turned both apartments into a regular executive suite to accommodate newly adopted son Devon Hamilton. It must be presumed then that Chow rented the apartment on the other side of the Winters box and that the Winters do not live in an end unit. It could be too that Chow got himself an apartment across the hall, but it was said last week he'll be living next door.

It's funny too that these apartments can be broken into so easily. I've already questioned what security the building offers, and why the Winters don't have their own security considering they recently spent hundreds on special equipment for the then hearing impaired Hamilton, but I guess that's the way it is in Genoa City. Your enemies have no trouble moving next to you.

So then lets shift the focus to why Mrs. Winters, after seeing her clothes trashed and worried the person who did the trashing was still in the box, would feel the least bit safe to see her newest best bud, but hasn't seen her in weeks, Sharon Newman appear at the door. What was it that brought Sharon all the way into the city? The news report in which Chow accused Winters of killing Mesta? If Sharon was my pal, and thank God she ain't, seeing her after my place had just been broken into wouldn't make me feel safe.

And what were the odds that after calling the police it was Detective Maggie Sullivan who appeared to check the place out? Is that she's investigating Mesta's death cause her to get all calls concerning the Winters family? Plus, how comforting was it for the victim to hear the cop say, right after Winters had said she suspected Chow, that anyone couldn't have broken in after seeing that news report about Winters? Is vigilante justice in this city condoned? Factor in too the fact that Sullivan was present at the time a mysterious phone call came in that she'd tell the helpless females to stay there alone until Mr. Winters arrived.

Where was Neil Winters in the first place? He knew people were pointing fingers at his wife after the report. He had seen with his own eyes Chow antagonize his wife at least twice, and yet he allowed Mrs. Winters to go home alone? It must be asked too if Sullivan doesn't know who Chow is when she sees him. Within minutes of Sullivan's departure Chow appeared to threaten Winters again and the cop didn't pass him in the hall or see him get off the elevator? Was Chow hiding in the shadows? Must be.

Must be too that Newman and Winters are so blind they didn't see the box cutter Chow was holding behind his back. Claiming he was there checking out an ad for an apartment for rent and would the ladies like to see it, both dimwits said no! It's at this point you almost want Chow to slit both their throats, but alas, that would take all the fun out of more endless hours of a terrified Mrs. Winters grumbling how afraid she is and that she can't sleep at night and this fear will eventually spread to other members of the family until once again they've resumed their we are very afraid mantra.

Dumber still, instead of screaming or calling the cops, dipstick Winters started conversing with Chow. She understands Chow is upset that his girl was killed, but she didn't do it and would Chow please stop scaring her? And while Chow claims he didn't do the break-in and is so innocent he nevertheless quips that he knows what it's like having ones wardrobe destroyed and still the ladies didn't get that they should have been screaming their lungs out?

Disappearing into the woodwork before being seen by the the one-man dusting for prints forensics team, which I'm betting will never match them up with Chow's or ask that Chow submit his prints like others have been asked to submit DNA, when the man left the phone rang again and this time Winters called the caller a "punk" and hung up. On their way out the ladies ran into Chow again and this time Newman squawked that Chow better leave her friend alone. Or what? Newman will hit him over the head with a champagne bottle and dump his body next to the dumpster?

What was that I just wrote, that soon other members of the family would be scared out of their half-wits too? Damn but what it didn't take long. At the Jitter Joint where Chow had raked her mother over the terror coals, Lily Winters Romalotti could feel the piercing hate as customers gave her the stink eye. At a loss, after having accused her adopted brother of killing Mesta quite by accident and, well, maybe Hamilton didn't, but was just taking the fall for her mother, the twit felt better when her pal, Colleen Carlton, accused JJ owner Kevin Fisher of killing Mesta because Mesta's car was seen in the JJ parking lot on the night of her murder. Kevin did, apparently, kill Mesta and dumped the body at the Winters new jazz club to make it appear that someone in the Winters clan did it.

Keeping in mind that private detective Paul 'Clueless' Williams already told the Winters that he's no longer working on their case, how insane was it for Mrs. Romalotti and Carlton to pin Williams and Sullivan down when they stopped by the JJ? What nerve the little slut Carlton had to tell Sullivan she should be investigating Fisher because he tried to fry her sorry ass years ago and for Romalotti to say Fisher raped her when it was she who willingly put out? How crazy was it for Sullivan to say she believed them, but there's no proof? Besides, Sullivan said Fisher was never charged.

That explains it then. Sullivan has a memory lapse. She doesn't remember that Fisher was charged or that all charges were later dropped. And while she believes the nit wits, she also feels that the Winters being harassed since Mesta's death is all good because there was bad blood between them. So what will Sullivan do next when she's just said there's no proof that Fisher killed Mesta?

She calls Persecutor Bardwell to say she wants a warrant for the Jitter Joint security camera videotape. Based on what, hearsay? Bardwell's memory isn't working well either. He says Fisher was never charged. What the hell are they talking about? That Fisher was never charged with killing Mesta? That would be true, but that's not what they're talking about, at least not Sullivan. Forget too that they've previously questioned Fisher, and should have taken the surveillance video as evidence long ago since everyone knows Mesta's car was there the night she was killed, Fisher overhears Sullivan's conversation, throws a hissy fit directed at the bitch Carlton, then voluntarily agrees to turn over the tape, but lo and behold, like a freaking coffee shop would keep tapes when even 7-11 doesn't keep its tapes for more than 24-hours, the tape is missing!

Back at the box there's a knock at the door. Mrs. Winters and Newman are very scared, but it's only Mr. Winters. Why is he knocking on his own door and what shall they do? Only one thing. With Newman in tow, they zoom off to see deep in criminal crap lawyer Michael Baldwin. This meeting is not held at Baldwin's office or somewhere private, but rather a public restaurant where Mrs. Winters surely knows by now that customers who don't know her from a hole in the ground will point their fingers and stink their eyes.

Sure enough, the moment Winters and Company walked in everyone gawked. Seconds later who should appear but Chow. Mr. and Mrs. Winters were so outraged they asked the manager on duty to throw Chow out and maybe post a sign that anyone unsupportive of the Winters family will not be served. Mrs. Winters whined that since she was on the news everyone is talking and therefore should not be allowed in public places. The manager was not moved by the sob story suggesting the Winters should leave. The Winters are appalled! They threw a fit and had to be calmed down by Baldwin deciding to stay anyway!

If it's possible, things got stranger when Newman suggested Mrs. Winters stay with her at the Newman Ponderosa. Mrs. Winters declined, saying she didn't want to put young Noah Newman through the stress, but it didn't matter how Noah was affected when Dru stayed at the Ponderosa when she thought her husband was messing around with Mesta.

As a cure all, Newman got it into her head to make a speech before the crowd pertaining to what a good woman Mrs. Winters is. It's a wonder the crowd didn't applaud. Baldwin and the Winters were impressed. That Sharon Newman, she's something ain't she? Making a public spectacle of herself? Coming to the aid of her one and only friend, a black woman the ass of which her white lips have been attached to since Nick Newman dumped her and barely knew Winters existed previous to this newfound friendship the purpose being that Newman has been tossed away like a used condom and is about as significant now as teats on a bull.

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