Tender Moments

Joe sat as his dying wife’s bedside.

Her voice was little more than a whisper.

“Joe, 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…spent it on a fling with your best friend, Charles. And it was I who forced your mistress to leave the city. And I am the one who reported your income-tax evasion to the I.R.S…”

“That’s all right, dearest, don’t give it a second thought,” whispered Joe. “I’m the one who poisoned you.”