Since we’re being honest with each other, I have something to tell you also:

“32 years ago I had a sex change operation. I was a man before I met you. I hope you can forgive me.”

The husband froze at the top of his back swing, then threw a fit.

He slammed the driver into the ground, kicked the ball into the woods, stormed off the tee, pushed the golf cart over on its side, broke his clubs one by one, then started on hers.

He screamed and ranted,
“You liar! You cheat! You despicable deceiver! How could you? I trusted you with all my heart and soul… and all these years you’ve been playing off the ladies tees.”
–A Fortune Teller Had Some Bad News–
In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the Mystic delivered grave news:
“There’s no easy way to tell you 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, the wife 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 – and to stop her mind racing.

She simply had to know.
She met the Fortune Teller’s gaze, steadied her voice and asked:

“Will I be acquitted?”