Posted: 2/26/2003 11:54:41 AM EDT
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Joe was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil at his bedside. She held his fragile hand, tears streaming down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up at her and his pale lips began to move slightly. "My darling Becky," he whispered. "Hush, my love," she said. "Rest, Shhh, don't talk." In his tired voice, he said, "I have something I must confess to you." "There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky. "Everything is all right... go to sleep." "No, no, I must die in peace Becky. I... I cheated on you." "I know," Becky whispered softly. "Now close your eyes and let the poison work." |