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?"