The caregiver

The caregiver

(Narration to offend the sensibilities of good Samaritans)

Poncio was a man who had enjoyed a comfortable economic position and a licentious lifestyle. His many worldly whims had taken a toll on him, and now, at an advanced age, he found himself with reduced mobility and slurred speech. All this was the result of a series of embolisms that had left him with more damage than he could have imagined in his years of physical prime and angelic eyes, on the verge of being condemned for his arrogance.

His brother, Nazario, who had always criticized his dissolute life, felt morally obligated to take care of him. But not personally. That was out of the question. He had hired a home care service to ensure that Poncio was attended to 24 hours a day, at the expense of his brother's patrimony. After all, he had brought it upon himself.

The agency sent a woman who took care of the house and food for half the day, and a man who, from dusk till night, stayed with the invalid, bathed him, and put him to bed. He also supervised Poncio's rehabilitation exercises. The fact that it was a man was an essential condition, since Poncio would not tolerate being touched by female hands under any circumstances.

Nazario visited his brother a couple of times a week and made sure he had no complaints about the service.

The man who took care of Poncio from dusk till night was named Efesto. He was no young man. He had a shaved head and a fundamentalist's beard, although it was unclear what he was a fundamentalist of. Tattoos peeked out from his neck and wrists, and he had a hoarse voice, like someone who had just woken up after a days-long binge. His small eyes were all black pupils, which seemed to have been taken from a horror movie.

Nazario distrusted him from the moment he first saw him. He expected his brother to soon complain about the caregiver in his slurred speech. However, such a complaint never came.

Mystery? Let's investigate.

Poncio, in reality, had been on the verge of asking for a change of caregiver. Efesto would sit in front of him and stare without blinking. After minutes of uncomfortable silence, he would say: "You look like you've been a hungry whore with a thousand cocks, faggot."

Poncio tried to respond, but only managed to utter incoherent sounds, which Efesto received with disdain. "I don't understand you, imbecile" was his response, sometimes filled with anger, other times with laughter.

In reality, it was his way of provoking him. A kind of very wild rehabilitation.

The caregiver also snooped around the entire house.

"I'm going to find out all your secrets, human trash" he would shout from any room. "Come on, have the balls to stop me, cocksucker."

Poncio would squirm helplessly in his wheelchair and even emit some sounds that, after much effort, could be interpreted as "fuck your mother."

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