This one's for all you thinking of warm climates. If anyone needs a translation of patois, let me know. Jamaican women may be on to something here.... <P>Delroy was on his deathbed. His wife, Puncey was maintaining a vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand, tears ran down her face.<P>Her praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his ashy lips began to move slightly.<P>"Mi daling Puncey," he whispered.<P>"Hush, mi love," she said. "Rest. Shhh. Nuh talk."<P>He was insistent. "Puncey," he said in his tired voice. "Mi ave somting mi muss kanfess to yu."<P>"Dere's nohting to kanfess," replied the weeping Puncey, "Everyting all rite, gwaan go sleep."<P>"No, no. Mi haffi die in peace, Puncey. Mi haffi tell yu...a sleep wid yu mada, yu bess fren, an yu sista."<P>"A know", Puncey whispered softly, "das why a poison ya"

Ohhhh ... the joys of being Jamaican. LOL<P>Thanks D & C, I needed that. If only!<P>Lv,<BR>Jo