Bad News...
Debbie visited a psychic of some local repute. 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, 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 tarot reader's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked:
"Will I get away with it?"
Girlfriend...
"I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met." - Steven Wright