Debby arrived at the house of Dr. Marta Lorre a few days after seeing the ad. The house looked run down. It looked like the kind of house that you would see in the horror films of the 1930’s. This did not look like the kind of place anyone would practice medicine, but Debby decided to check it out. She knocked on the door.
“Is that Debby?” asked a voice from inside.
“It is I,” Debby said.
“Enter,” commanded the voice.
Debby entered cautiously. The interior was reasonably well kept. At the doorway, Debby was met by the doctor.
“Debby, I am Dr. Marta Lorre,” she said, examining her subject. “You certainly do not look like you need a beauty formula.”
“Thank you,” said Debby. “But, the reason I am getting this is for revenge. I slept with my son-in-law and now I am trying to win him back.”
“That’s what this is for,” Dr. Lorre said. “Take this bottle, pour it in your bathtub or pool, and come back to me in a week. If I don’t recognize you, it probably worked.”
“Thank you so much,” said Debby. With that, she took the bottle and ran off.
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