A woman goes to a fortune teller As they sat there in the candlelit tent, the mystic waved her hands around the crystal ball, divining the woman’s future.
Suddenly, the sooth-sayer’s hands went to her face and a gasp of horror escaped her mouth.
“I don’t know how to tell you this, so I’ll be blunt.” the fortune teller says. “You need to prepare yourself to become a widow.
Your husband will be murdered in a manner most gruesome before the year is done.”
The woman was petrified, unable to process the information that’s been given to her. Her hands began to shake and her throat felt like a desert as she barely managed to croak out the question on her mind.
“Will I be acquitted?”
