On Sunday at 3 p.m., Paris Hilton phoned me collect from jail. Prisoners must call collect.
The unusual conversation came about because Kathy Hilton, Paris' mother, had phoned me, and while we were talking, Paris called on the other line. When she heard I was talking to her mother, she said she'd like to talk to me herself.
She sounded tired but totally aware of what she was saying.
"How are you?" I asked.
Paris answered, "I'm hanging in there." But she declared, "I feel as if I'm a...Full Story