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 lady whose fortunes are being revealed stared at the mystic'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 more. She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked:
"Will I be acquitted?"