In a darkened room, peering into a crystal ball, a fortune teller delivered grave news. "There's no easy way to tell you this, so I'll just be blunt about it. Prepare yourself to be a widow, your husband will die a terrible violent death this year."
Visibly shaken, the young woman looked at the old woman's old lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her shaking hands. She took a couple of deep breaths to compose herself. Her mind raced and a question forced it's waout - she just had to know. She met the fortune teller's gaze, tried to steady her voice and then asked ... "Will I be aquitted? "
