Grab a mug!

She yelled at me as I entered the house by the kitchen door. It was open. Pointless it was to tell her to close it behind her, better to keep it locked.
Elsa was a mess and so was her kitchen and the rest of the house. Her garden looked like a jungle and had some charm although the neighbours kept calling the city hall to complain about the lack of what they called an English lawn.
Elsa wasn't English and the good thing about her was she never set a foot outside. You wouldn't find a single piece of garbage in the nature that surrounded her house.
The fact Elsa was a mess, her house had a lot in common with a pigpen didn't mean she does not care. She cared about the environment, cared about the water being spoiled, cared about me not having tea just didn't care enough about hygiene and what others thought about her.
The house was hers, so was her life. Since she wasn't dangerous, lived without debts there wasn't much the city hall could do about it, the complaints I mean, except for making me stop by and check out on her once a week.

"It's good for her and you," my chef stated although I wasn't sure about that.

"Me being her only contact to the world outside means I put her in danger. I mean what about the coronavirus? All those mutations Alpha, Béta... and...well, you know.." I said.

My supervisor frowned and waited for more excuses which was enough invitation for me to continue the list with arguments I had in mind for cases like these, for the Elsa's in this world.

"The Delta... and there are many more. Read the papers. You know I put her at risk if I go over there and..."

"Stop the nonsense, Jenny! It's your job and it's good for her and you. You can teach her about hygiene and you... You can loosen up a bit. Both of you can work on your immune system if you spend tea time together."

"Ever been there?"

"I have and that's why I know this will do her good, it will do your good. Grab a mug and have a good chat. How hard can that be?"

It's hard. I assure you it is. I am not like Elsa and am all about hygiene. Each mug is broken or dirty. Everything is sticky and the teabag is for sure over weeks old. I wish it was as easy as my superior told but it's not.


"The door", I said, " I am sure you heard the neighbours called us again."

"I ventilate the house it's healthier this way."

"You'll catch a cold, influenza," I said, "they might kill or rob you."

"No way. I am immune you know. No hygiene is the trick. There's nothing to be scared off."

She poured tea in a cup she magically found and pushed it into my hand together with her shopping list.

"You can keep the change."

I nodded. Hastily I placed the cup with whatever she made for me at the windowsill and left before she changed her mind and made me stay and drink.

3 columns
2 columns
1 column