Jennifer visited a psychic of some local repute.
In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic
delivered the grave news.

"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll 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 flickering single candle, then down a 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:


"Will I be acquitted?"