Linda visited a psychic 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: "Will I be acquitted?"