“Hanson. Bob and Betty Hanson.”
The receptionist squinted at her monitor and then looked up. “From Duluth?”
“Right, that’s us.”
“How lovely. May I have your credit card please?”
Betty fumbled in her carry-on for the Visa. The receptionist swiped it and swiveled the monitor around. “I’ll just need your PIN.”
Bob and Betty shared a look. “But I–” Bob said.
“It’s customary,” the receptionist interrupted smoothly. “You want the treatment, right?”
Bob grumbled and entered the number.
“You’re all set then. You’ll want to disrobe in the changing area. Leave all your clothes and personal items in the baskets. Then, proceed down the curved hallway to the chamber. Once inside, lie down and put your blindfold in place.”
Betty shouldered her bag and the pair toddled down the hallway. As the changing door closed, the receptionist hit the intercom. “Got a couple of live ones for you, Benny.”
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