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Confession to a Mexican Wife

Jose was dying. His wife, Cuca was maintaining a vigil by his side. She held his hand in the weak light, tears running down her face. Her praying woke Jose from his slumber. He looked up, pale lips moving slightly.

"Cuca mi amor", Jose whispered in a tired voice.

"Jose mi amor", she said, "rest, and don’t talk".

He was insistent.

"Cuca", he said in a tired voice, "I have something that I must confess".

"There's nothing to confess", replied the weeping Cuca, "everything is all right, go to sleep now".

"NO, NO! I must die in peace, Cuca, I........ slept with your sister, your best friend, your comadre, your cousin, and your mother."

"Yes, I know mi amor", whispered Cuca, ... "now let the poison work, hijo de tu
**** madre !!!!!!"