A woman goes to visit a fortune-teller. 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 woman stares at the
fortuneteller's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then
She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She
simply had to know. She met the fortuneteller's gaze, steadied
her voice, and asked her question:
"Will I be found guilty?"