Jake was dying.
His wife Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side.
She held his fragile hand, tears running downher face.
Her praying roused him from his slumber.
He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly, "Becky,
my darling," he whispered.
"Hush my love," she said, "Rest, don't talk.
He was insistent.
"Becky," he said in his tired voice "I have something I must
confess."
"There isn't anything to confess," replied the weeping Becky.
"Everything's all right, go to sleep."
"No, No, I must die in peace Becky. I I . . .I slept with your
sister, your best friend, her best friend and your mother !"
"I know," whispered Becky, "that's why I poisoned you !!"