DON’T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME ELLIE

Jennifer visited a psychic of some local repute. In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave 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 fortune teller’s gaze, steadied her voice, and asked: “Will I be acquitted?”

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DON’T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME ELLIE — 7 Comments

  1. Well, Grandmère Mimi, I WAS born in Louisiana, you know! And there were certain, uh, traditions in my family…

    (I’ll just keep the rest to myself for now……)