"Is there any chance you're the baby's father?" I asked Flip. He's a musician. Surely it's possible.
He denied it. Insisted he never met Anna Nicole.
My husband is a faithful sort. And I'm younger than Zsa Zsa.
"Are you sure you're not?"
"I'm sure. Sorry to disappoint you."
We could raise a baby. I love babies. I feel terrible for that child. She may stand to inherit millions, but right now, she needs warm arms to hold her and a soft teddy.
I really want to know. In all the hoopla with her mother's funeral, and speculation that Anna Nicole's mother will body snatch her back to Texas after interment, who is taking care of Dannielynn?
Lawyers don't know how to change a diaper.
