.He thinks again about stopping it now and leaving. He shifts his gaze from her to think for a second and he notices that quite few men around the bar...sneak interested looks to her. The barmen, cute guy, actually keeps checking on her, smiles and he can spot a sparkle of passion in his eyes, he thinks. He notices he gives her drinks and point to a guy on the other side of the bar. Somebody is trying to pick her up already, sending her a drink. Suddenly he feels that someone trying to steal his. "Please call me Carl or dad. We're practically family." Carl said, his usual jovial self."I think calling you dad already would be premature sir." Emily replied."Nonsense! I've been looking forward to this day for a long time. Now when can I expect my grandchildren?" Carl said with a grin as he leaned forward."Dad!" Joe said astonished at his father.Both Emily and Ki had to bite their lips to keep from laughing."What? I won't be around forever and your mother is tired of listening to my stories. Kate Gosselin was absolutely offended by this... this... tramp! Angrily, she scanned through the relatively sparse text of the article, glancing over Nadya's quotes. It was just a short little interview, nothing more than a fluff piece really. Kate missed one or two things, but in bold there was one quote that immediately jumped out at her."What do you think about Kate Gosselin," the interviewer asked."She's so frumpy and uptight," read Nadya's response, "But then I guess not all women can. Kuch dino tak Poojamujhse call kar yaha waha ki baatein kiya karti thi na hi mere insurance ke baare mei yeh sab sonch kar mere mann mei ghalat hi ghalat khayal arahe theh aur woh Poojathi bhi aisi ki koi bhi usko ek baar dekhle toh mar mitjaye kuch samay beetne ke baad mere mann mei ek sonch aayi ki kyu na iss Poojako check kiya jaye.Gar ok hui toh theek warna koi baat nahi bas aise hi light lekar ek raat Poojako call per poocha ki aap raat ko hi mujhe call kyu karti ho , kya aapke pati ko koi.