~~~ Deathbed ~~~

Becky was on her deathbed, with her husband Jake at her side. He
held her cold hand and tears silently streamed down his face. Her
pale lips moved.

"Jake," she said.

"Hush," he quickly interrupted, "don't talk." But she insisted.

"Jake," she said in her tired voice. "I have to talk. I must
confess."

"There is nothing to confess," said the weeping Jake. "It's all
right. Everything's all right."

"No, no. I must die in peace. I must confess, Jake, that I have
been unfaithful to you."

Jake stroked her hand. "Now, Becky, don't be concerned. I know
all about it", he sobbed. "Why else would I poison you?"