Imagine being on the receiving end of this phone call from your 23-year-old daughter:
“Hello, Daddy? You won’t believe this. I’m engaged! Yes, I’m getting married! I’m so excited! His name is Drew, and he’s a former police officer. He’s 54 years old, and he has a few children by his previous marriages. Yes, I said marriages, plural. Well, he’s been married four times before.
“Now I know that sounds bad, but I don’t think his previous wives understood him like I do. He actually is still married to his fourth wife, but I’m sure he knows how to work around this. You see, his fourth wife left him, so I’m sure she’d agree to a divorce.
“But no one knows where she is. She just up and disappeared more than a year ago, and no one has heard from her since. She could have at least left a note.
“What’s that, Daddy? Why yes, it is that Drew, the guy you’ve been reading about in the newspapers from Bolingbrook. I know there have been all kinds of allegations against him, but he’s been nothing but sweet to me. He’s going to make me the happiest woman in the world, and I’m going to make him the happiest man in the world.
“You two will get along real well once you meet. OK, Daddy? Daddy, are you still on the phone? Hello?”
Which brings me to this question: Where do you suppose Drew Peterson and his blushing new bride-to-be are registered?