Becky was on her deathbed. Her husband, Jake, was
vigil by her side. He held her fragile hand, tears ran
down his face. His
praying roused her from her slumber. She looked up and
her pale lips began to move
My darling Jake," she whispered. Hush, my love," he
Shhh.Don't talk." She was insistent. "Jake," she said
in her tired voice. " 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 slept with your brother,
your best friend and your
"I know," he replied. "That's why I poisoned you."