The best affair
Jake was dying. His wife sat at the bedside.
He looked up and said weakly: ‘I have something I must confess.’
‘There’s no need to, ‘his wife replied. ‘No,’ he insisted, ‘I want to die in peace.
I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!’
‘I know,’ she replied. ‘Now just rest and let the poison work.