In a dark and hazy room, the fortune teller peered
into a crystal ball, and delivered grave news:
"There's no easy way to tell you 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, Linda stared at the fortune teller's lined face,
then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands.
She took a few deep breaths to compose herself and
stop her mind racing. She simply had to know.
She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice and asked,
"Will I be acquitted?"
(For some reason, wives tend to like this joke
)