"I guess it is me and Charles Ray you are talking about. You and Dawn, the Korean girl you talk about in your sleep must carried on some between the sheets far as I can tell."

"We did not leave no bastard following another man around calling him, Daddy."

"You kill her like you would like to Norma Jean sometime?"

Her question frightened Jim. "We do not have much time together. Let's don't waste it fighting." He recoiled from the accusation. Something stirred in his subconscious like a knife cutting through nerves accusing him. He knew he killed someone important to him before.

"Seems like it is you who always brings the subject up and then drops it like a hot potato. Maybe it would do you good to cleanse your soul before you die. Like telling me what happened. I am a grown woman who knows all about you and Rosita. I can take it. Try me, Jim. I am so tired of having this Korean woman dangling down between us."

"There are better things for us to talk about. Besides you are not a priest or something to hear confession: are you?" he asked crossly.

"No Jim, I am just your wife who has loved you most of her life as far back as I can remember."

"I always thought you loved Charles Ray more."