Death Bed confession

[MASHBY]

Death Bed confession

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!