Donovan was on his death bed. His wife Leila was maintaining bedside vigil. She held his fragile hand. Tears ran down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly. "Mih dahlin Leila," he whispered. "Hush meh love," she said, "Rest. Shhh...donh talk." He was insistent. "Leila" he said, in his tired voice. "I have someting to confess to yuh." "Yuh have nuttin to confess." replied the weeping Leila. "Everyting alright, go to sleep meh love." "No, no, I have to die in peace love. I sleep wit yuh sister, yuh best friend and yuh mudda." "I know," answered Leila, "dats why I poison yuh ass!

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