Confessions of Puerto Rican Wife : Jose lay dying. His wife Carmen was maintaining a vigil by his bedside. She held his fragile hand in the weak light, tears running down her face. Her praying woke him from his slumber. He looked up, pale lips moving slightly. Carmen, mi amor he whispered. Jose, mi amor she said, rest, dont talk. He was insistent. Carmen, he said in a tired voice. I have something that I must confess. Theres nothing to confess replied the weeping Carmen. Everythings all right, go to sleep now. no, no I MUST die in peace. I... slept with your sister, your best friend and your mother. I know mi amor whispered Carmen. Now shut up and let the poison work, pendejo. Moral of the story: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
Posted on: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 04:08:35 +0000
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