Jake was dying.
His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side.
She held his fragile hand, tears running down her 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 that I must confess."
There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky, "Everything's
all right, go to sleep."
"No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I . I slept with your sister,
your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!"
I know, sweetheart," whispered Becky, " let the poison work."
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Originally Posted by Cibby Chick
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