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."
> > >>>