A very elderly couple is having an elegant dinner to celebrate their 75th wedding anniversary.
The old man leans forward and says softly to his wife, “Dear, there is something that I must ask you. It has always bothered me that our tenth child never quite looked like the rest of our children.
Now I want to assure you that these 75 years have been the most wonderful experience I could have ever hoped for, and your answer cannot take all that away. But, I must know, did he have a different father?”
The wife lowered her head, unable to meet her husband’s gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then confessed. “Yes. He did, indeed.”
The old man is shaken, the reality of his wife’s admission struck him harder than he had anticipated. “Who?” he queries, a tear in his eye. “What was his name? “What was the father’s name?”
Again, the old woman drops her head, saying nothing at first as she works up the courage to tell her spouse the truth.
Then, finally, she says, “You.”
