Cake
He asks for a larger slice than I’d given him
I say he needs to watch his weight
He tells me he walked 20 kilometers the day before, geocaching
I shake my head and ask he if he’s checked his blood sugar lately
He laughs
I pause, turning my face towards him
He grins
I regard him questioningly
He sighs
I nod the way out of the kitchen
He puts down his fork and plate and strides into the bathroom
I rest my case (and eat my cake)
© April 2019
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