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?" :- "
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?" :- "
