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 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?"
