Jose was dying. His wife, Maria was maintaining a vigil by his
side. She held his fragile hand in the weak light, tears running
down her face.
Her praying woke him from his slumber. He looked up, pale lips
moving slightly. "Maria mi amor", he whispered. "Jose mi amor", she said
"Rest
don't talk". He was insistent. "Maria," he said in a tired voice,
"I have something that I must confess."
"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Maria,
"everything's all right, go to sleep now."
"No, no. I must die in peace, I....slept with your sister, your
best friend, her best friend, and your mother."
"I know mi amor" whispered Maria, "now let the poison work,
pendejo".
side. She held his fragile hand in the weak light, tears running
down her face.
Her praying woke him from his slumber. He looked up, pale lips
moving slightly. "Maria mi amor", he whispered. "Jose mi amor", she said
"Rest
don't talk". He was insistent. "Maria," he said in a tired voice,
"I have something that I must confess."
"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Maria,
"everything's all right, go to sleep now."
"No, no. I must die in peace, I....slept with your sister, your
best friend, her best friend, and your mother."
"I know mi amor" whispered Maria, "now let the poison work,
pendejo".