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, my sweet one" whispered Becky, "let the poison work".
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, my sweet one" whispered Becky, "let the poison work".
