After Bill had spent several days campaigning for her, losing his temper many times, and costing her votes, Hillary sneaks 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 primaries to your strongest competitor.”
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?"