During a recent publicity outing, Christy 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.

"Will I be acquitted?"

thats so wrong

Har-di-har-har !!!