Old Jack had moments to live. At his beside were his family. His wife was there, as were his four sons, three of which had blonde hair.
The other one had red hair.
"Clara, I’ve always wondered why one of our sons had red hair. Tell me truthfully, is he really my son?"
Clara put her hand on her heart and fervently swore that yes, he was his son.
"Oh thank goodness," croaked the old man and he died with a smile on his face.
As the family left, the room, the wife sighed deeply, "Good thing he didn’t ask about the other three." ......................................
The other one had red hair.
"Clara, I’ve always wondered why one of our sons had red hair. Tell me truthfully, is he really my son?"
Clara put her hand on her heart and fervently swore that yes, he was his son.
"Oh thank goodness," croaked the old man and he died with a smile on his face.
As the family left, the room, the wife sighed deeply, "Good thing he didn’t ask about the other three." ......................................