In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the Mystic
delivered grave news:
"There's no easy way to tell you 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 wife 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 and to stop
her mind racing. She simply had to know.
She met the Fortune Teller's gaze, steadied her voice
and asked, "Will I be acquitted?"
For some reason, wives tend to like this joke...