In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the Mystic delivered
“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
Visibly shaken, Laura 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.
But she simply had to know more.
She met the Fortune Teller’s gaze, steadied her voice and asked, “Will I be
Dr Bob Griffin
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”