Unspoken language.

He didn’t have to tell me.

The evidence was right there on the kitchen counter.  The cup with the sticky remnants and still rimmed with sugar told me.

Low right before bedtime, he said.

I figured, I said.

Posted on November 30, 2007, in Diabetes. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Right. Nothing needs to be said. It’s just known. In anyone else’s house, it would be there because someone was thirsty, or had a sweet tooth. But in your house, and even mine, it’s not such an innocent remnant.


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