“The students are dropping like flies,” I announced, as I walked into Deidre’s room with a pottery mug in hand.
“Tell me about it,” she said. “There’s flu, strep, mono and staph all going around. Have you had a flu shot?”
“Nah. I like to live life on the edge. Plus, when I went overseas, they vaccinated me against everything except the Ebola virus, so I figure I’ve got enough antibodies to ward off most American germs.” I pointed to the mug on her desk, identical to mine, thanks to Peter’s thoughtfulness on a recent trip. “But I do believe in local remedies to boost your immune system, so if you’ll hand me that mug, I’ll fortify us with a hot beverage.”
“Herbal or black tea?”
“Good. I’ve already had three cups of coffee, so I need something unleaded.” She placed her mug into my outstretched hand, and I was soon in the faculty lounge, opening tea bags and sanctifying our mugs with hot water. Marcia walked in as I was squeezing honey out of a plastic bear.
“Going for the hard stuff?” she said.
“I’ve got to do something to defend myself against the four kinds of plague we’ve got going around.” I put the bear back on the table and began stirring with a knife.
She put her own mug with five tea tags dangling over the rim on the checkered tablecloth. “You know a couple more just went home, right?”
“Since morning assembly?”
I picked up the bear and fired another stream of bee pollens into my cup. “I’m probably just a carrier at this point anyway.”
I returned to Deidre’s classroom and handed her a mug of tea while saying, “Local honey for immunity, orange spice tea for vitamin C. It’s in God’s hands now.”
We brandished cups in the air and toasted to living life in a Petri dish.
© 2013 – Traci Carver