During a recent publicity outing, Hillary sneaked off to visit a
fortune teller 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: Get yourself ready to be a widow. Your husband will die a
violent and horrible death this year."
Visibly shaken, Hillary 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 her
question: "Will I be acquitted?"