Hillary and the Fortune Teller
After Bill had spent several days campaigning for her and had lost his temper
many times, costing her votes and finally escaping from her overly
controlling campaign manager for the evening, Hillary sneaked off to visit a fortune
teller 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 just after you lose the election.' Then the soothsayer looked up and locked eyes
with Hillary, who was visibly shaken at this news.
Hillary stared back at the woman's lined face, then at the single flickering
candle, then down at her shaking hands.
She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She simply had to know.
She looked back, deep into the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and
asked her the big question:
'Will I be acquitted?'
