LAST WORDS


Jake was on his deathbed with his wife Becky at his
side. She held his cold hand and tears silently
streamed down her face. His pale lips moved.

"Becky," he said.

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

"Becky," he said in his tired voice. "I have to talk.
I must confess."

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

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

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