must be angry...

A woman visits a fortune teller. The fortune teller seemed to be anxious to get on with the reading; she hurriedly took her credit card, processed her payment and quickly sat her down and began the reading. In a hushed quivering voice she proclaimed to the woman, "Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year."

Stopping her with her hand, visibly shaken, the woman takes a few deep breaths, steadies her voice and asks, "Will I be acquitted?"