2 March 2008 34 views 2 Comments Print  Email This

After Bill had spent several days campaigning for her and lost his temper
many times costing her votes and after 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?’