Last Confession

on April 25th, 2001

Pat was dying. His wife, Kristi, 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.
"My darling Kristi," he whispered.

"Hush, my love," she said. "Rest. Shhh, don`t talk." He was insistent.

"Kristi," he said in his tired voice. "I...I Have something I must confess to you."

"There`s nothing to confess," replied the weeping Kristi. "Everything`s all right, go to sleep."

"No, no. I must die in peace, Kristi. I...I slept with your sister, your best friend, and your mother!"

"I know," Kristi whispered softly. "That`s why I poisoned you."

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