A woman visited a psychic of some local repute.
In a dark and gloomy room, gazing at the Tarot cards laid out before her, the Tarot reader delivered the bad news.
“There is 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 Tarot reader’s gaze, steadied her voice, and asked:
“Will I get away with it?