Miata Mailing List: July 1999, Message #151

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 Jack was on his deathbed with his wife, Becky, maintaining a steady
 vigil by his side.  As she held his fragile hand, her warm tears ran
 silently down her face, splashed onto his face, and roused him from his
slumber.  He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly.  "My darling
  Becky," he whispered.  "Hush, my love," she said.  "Go back to sleep.  Shhh, Don't talk." 
 But he was insistent.  "Becky," he said in his tired voice "I have  to
 talk, I have something I must confess to you."  "There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky.  "It's all right---everything's all right, go to sleep now."
 "No, no  I must die in peace, Becky.  I slept with your sister, your
best friend and our next door neighbor."   Becky mustered a pained smile and stroked his hand.  "Hush now, Jack,  don't torment yourself.   I know all about it," she said,  "Why do you
think I poisoned you?"

joe pasch