In a dark and gloomy room, the fortune teller was startled by what she saw
in her crystal ball. She looked up at her customer, sitting across the
table. "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 stared at the psychic'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, "Will I
get away with it?"