Kismet
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A cautionary tale...
>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."
:mrgreen:
>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."
:mrgreen: