A West Indian Love Story

> From: "Cheddi YD St.Juste" <stjustec@candw.lc>
> Subject: Fw: A West Indian Love Story
> Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2001 20:29:54 -0300
> 
> Donovan was on his death bed. His wife
>  Puncie 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.
> 
> "Mih dahlin Puncie," he whispered."Hush mih love," she said. "Rest.
> Shhh...doh  talk." He was insistent.
> "Puncie" he said, in his tired voice. Me have someting me hafa
> confess to
> yuh."
> 
> "Yuh have nothing to confess." replied the weeping Puncie.
> Everyting alright, go to sleep mih love."
>  "No,no, me hafa die in peace
> Puncie, Me sleep wit yuh sister and yuh best
> friend."
> 
> "Me know," answered Puncie, "dats
>  why me poison yuh."

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