Donovan was on his death bed. His wife Leila was maintaining bedside. 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.
"Meh dahlin Leila," he whispered.
"Hush meh love," she said. "Rest. Shhh...doh talk." He was insistent.
"Leila" he said, in his tired voice. "Me have someting me hafa confess to yuh."
"Yuh have nuttin to confess replied the weeping Leila. "Everyting alright, go to sleep meh love."
"No, no, me hafa die in peace love. Me sleep wit yuh sister, yuh best friend and yuh mudda."
"Me know," answered Leila, "dats why me poison yuh rass".