something for the ladies..... sourpuss:
during a recent publicity outing, jennifer snuck off to visit a fortuneteller 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 fortuneteller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked her question: "will i be acquitted?"
