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Dear Abby my masseuse probably surmised that I was not really doing that great in the money department when I mentioned that I would probably have to cut down the amount of times that I would be able to come in. And this particularly hurts because the massages are good for my psychological and physical well-being (and so agrees my doctor). I don’t want to have to cut my visits further, but it looks like I might have to. I didn’t tell her that I might need to cut the visits, but I guess she sort of “sensed” it. She offered to barter. The massages; the massages for a list. At first, it sounds kinda hinky. Gee, I hope it doesn’t turn out to be hinky since I am not a “hinky” guy. Reluctantly, very reluctantly, I accepted her offer. First of all, it was a truly kind offer that she wouldn’t have made without thinking it over first. Also, I kinda had to think what others might think if they found out about the barter that sounded “hinky.” The trade? A list. She asked that I make up a reading list for her 17 year-old daughter instead of payment for the massage services. As I said, she realized that I knew that the massage therapy was good, both, mentally and physically. I guess I should simply say, “Thank you for your kindness and understanding” and be on my way. No, I am, most probably, digging a pit further, by accepting her favor. The list. The list will be at her front door when she arrives. Though I can’t repay her kindness, since it was one of kindness and consideration; I can, I can…do what I can. I can make her daughter’s reading list a good one.