A woman goes to visit a fortune-teller. 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, the woman stares at the fortuneteller'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 fortuneteller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked her
question:

"Will I be found guilty?"