I cannot begin to tell you how cross I am with this situation. I am stern with my boys and strict with the girls who come into this house. That some breathy, little cunning thing could take John eats me alive.

John is not mine. But I would be proud to be his mother. No college education, management skills, working himself up from a kitchen into a prize-winning entrepreneurial position in a local fast food chain, making $50,000 a year at 29 years old. Slim, witty, fun. Slept on my sofa many a time.

Michael and I both think the girl trapped him. Being the well-brought-up boy that he is, he is stepping up to take responsibility. God bless his mother, Irene. That's enough.