during a recent publicity outing, hillary sneaked off to visit a fortune teller of some local repute. n a dark & hazy room, peering n2 a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news. "there's no ez way 2 say this, so i'll just b blunt: prepare urself 2 b a widow. ur husband will die a violent & 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 2 know. she met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, & asked her a ?. "will i b acquitted?"