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nch when Naoko Akiyama rang up the sale.
Fifty-eight something including tax.
Anyway, on Friday morning I arrived for my appointment early again,
about a half hour or so. The receptionist saw me coming and was
opening the file drawer when I walked up to the window. Naoko Akiyama took my
card with a friendly smile and slid the bottle and cup across to me.
Given the opportunity, I tried to read the label while twisting the
cap off and, not wanting to be too obvious, could only read the large
printing. "Dynalax," it said across the top and, in smaller letters
"with supplement-a (see precautions)." While pouring it into the cup I
wished I were bold enough to really study the small print and find out
what it said about precautions. But something prevented me from doing
so. I drank it all and returned the empties to the receptionist.
"Someone will be with you shortly, Miss French," Naoko Akiyama said. I
thanked Naoko's and walked through to the waiting area, taking a seat near
the bathroom as before.
I was a little bit startled when the bathroom door opened and a man
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