The Fortune Teller

During a recent publicity outing, Jennifer sneaked
off to visit a fortune teller of some local repute.
In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal
ball, the mystic delivered grave news.





"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be
blunt: Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your
husband will die a violent and horrible death this
year."





Visibly shaken, Jennifer stared at the woman's
lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then
down at her hands.

She took a few deep breaths to compose herself.
She simply had to know.
She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her
voice, and asked her question.

"Will I be acquitted?"

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