"Uhh....," Madam Viitor stuttered, "I see you in an office. You're signing some papers. There is a blonde voman there, also signing papers."
"That's my wife, well, ex-wife. We just divorced like two days ago," I said with regret.
"Ahh, vell, good things are in your future. I see you on the beach vith a blonde being married by a minister dressed like Elvis in Blue Havaii."
"That's my ex-wife! That was 10 years ago! Look, I'm trying to forget all of that. I wanna know what the future holds. Why are you reminding me of the past?"