A love story …
Becky was dying. Her husband, Jake, was maintaining a vigil by her side.
He held her fragile hand, tears running down his face. His praying roused
her from her slumber.
She looked up and her pale lips began to move slightly.
“My darling Jake” she whispered.
“Hush, my love” he said. “Rest. Shhh - don't talk”.
She was insistent. “Jake” she said in her tired voice. “I …. I have
something I must confess to you”
“There's nothing to confess” replied the weeping Jake……
“Everything's all right, go to sleep”
“No, no. I must die in peace, Jake. I ….I slept with your brother, your
best friend, his best friend, and your father!”
“I know,” Jake whispered softly, “that's why I poisoned you”