There’s no answer, but they can tell she’s standing right on the other side of the door, Elsa is. “Nothing’s happening here,” Lina whispers, but Kirsten won’t relent and shouts “Hello?” and suddenly there’s scratching on the laminate door, a security chain scrapes along its track, the handle’s depressed, and then the door opens—and not just a crack. It opens wide, and there she is. Elsa stands erect in her bathrobe on her side of the threshold. It’s a small entryway, and she fills the space with her wiry hair and gaping mouth. “Cancer Society,” Kirsten says, rattling the can, and Lina wishes she would leave off, for anyone could tell just by looking that Elsa doesn’t have a clue what it is they want. She stands there, heavy and bony and with wet strands of hair plastered to her skull, and Lina can see that the only teeth she’s got left in her head are the front lower two, and they’re the wrong teeth to have 36left, Lina thinks, unable to keep her eyes off them. “Do you have any spare change?” ventures Kirsten, but Elsa doesn’t react as she ought to. She just releases the door handle and goggles at them, and it’s unbearable to watch, Lina thinks. It’s embarrassing, and now Elsa’s starting to rock back and forth in the doorway, perhaps because she’s begun to recognize something about the scene, but now it’s too late. It’s too late because Kirsten’s become uncertain and doesn’t know how to respond. Kirsten is used to always knowing how to handle a situation, but not with Elsa, and then Kirsten’s smile evaporates and Lina can see the sticky floor, and Elsa mutters, but what she says makes no sense, and then Kirsten wants to leave, just leave, and Elsa, who accidentally opened the door for the Cancer Society, loses her grip on her bathrobe. The robe slips to the side so they can see Elsa as she is, and Kirsten wants to leave. She tugs Lina’s elbow to signal that they should leave. But they can’t just leave, thinks Lina, and she takes a step forward and says, “You must really excuse us for disturbing you. Enjoy the rest of your Sunday,” and then she reaches in and closes the door in Elsa’s face.