Notice anything odd about this passage from Cindy Adams on Teresa Heinz Kerry?
When Mrs. Kerry subsequently rose, she saw a New York Post photographer. She’d been up since six, gone non-stop, was heading to a Newsweek shoot and it was raining. A nifty lady who can go with the flow, she sat down at my dressing table, grabbed my hairbrush, blow dryer, roller and comb, then helped herself to my powder, blusher and brushes. After posing for the photographer, it was into my kitchen for chicken soup and conversation.