Daddy dearest

Knowing full well that I would never hear from her again--and I didn't--I asked her the one thing that most intrigued me about her as I fumbled around in my handbag for a card.

Didn't it bother her seeing her daughter described in the media as the daughter of Sandy and Michael Irvin? "I'm used to it," she shrugged. Sandy Irvin was nice to her daughter, she told me, and Myesha and Michael were "very close."

Yes, but, she was her mother. She was raising her. Didn't she deserve the credit? She paused and looked over at me as if I were the dumbest creature to ever squint at her through her car window.

"It's better for him," she said. "Imagewise.