Shadow
07-01-2005, 04:11 PM
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; as he looked up, his pale lips began to move slightly.<O:p</O:p
"Becky my darling" he whispered<O:p</O:p
"Hush my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk." <O:p</O:p
He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice, "I have something that I must confess."<O:p</O:p
“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, "shhh, let the poison work."
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; as he looked up, his pale lips began to move slightly.<O:p</O:p
"Becky my darling" he whispered<O:p</O:p
"Hush my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk." <O:p</O:p
He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice, "I have something that I must confess."<O:p</O:p
“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, "shhh, let the poison work."