Bill sat alone in the hospital room at his dying
wife’s beside.
It was difficult to hear her above the many life
sustaining devices, asher voice was little
more than a hoarse whisper.
“Bill darling,” she breathed. “I’ve got a confession
to make before I go… I… I’m the one who took
the $10,000 from your safe in the house… I spent
it on a fling with your best friend Jimmy. And it was
I who forced your mistress to leave the
community in utter disgrace. I’m afraid I also was theone
who reported you to the IRS for income tax evasion…”
“That’s all right dearest; don’t even give it a second thought.”
said Bill. “I have a small confession too. I’m the one who poisoned you.”
