Post by jacko on Mar 6, 2012 17:30:15 GMT
young lady named Jennifer visited 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?"