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, Laura 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, Women tend to like this joke