My friend Debbie visited a psychic a while ago.
In a dark and gloomy room, gazing at the tarot cards laid out before her, the tarot reader delivered the bad 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, Debbie 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 tarot reader’s gaze, steadied her voice, and asked: “Will I get away with it?” |