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
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?"
Today is the oldest you've ever been, yet the youngest you'll ever be, so enjoy this day while it lasts.