One last confession
While a man was dying, his wife was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face.
Her praying wakes him from his slumber. He looked up, and his pale lips began to move slightly. “My Darling, “ he whispered.
“Hush My love,” She said “Rest Don’t talk.”
He was insistent. “I have something that i must confess,” he said in a tired voice.
There isn’t anything to confess,” Replied his weeping wife “Everything is okay, go to sleep,” The man blurted out: “No , no I must die in peace. I...I Slept with your sister and your best friend, and her best friend.”
“I know dear” Whispered his wife “That’s why I poisoned you.”