FW:

I generally don't forward this kind of stuff but this seemed interesting -
---------------------- Forwarded by Sara Shackleton/HOU/ECT on 02/10/2000
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"CAVALIER,DEBORAH MD" <LAB-DSC@womans.com< on 02/10/2000 02:16:41 PM
To: Sara Shackleton/HOU/ECT@ECT
cc:
Subject: FW:

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< Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by
< his
< side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her praying
<
< 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.
< "Rest. Shhh. don't talk." He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his
< tired
< voice. "I.......I have something I must confess to you." "There's
< nothing
< to confess," replied the weeping Becky........ "Everything's all right,
< go
< to sleep." "No. I must die in peace, Becky. I.....I slept with your
< Sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your Mother!" "I know..."
<
< Becky whispered softly, "That's why I poisoned you."