Right about the time my husband filed divorce proceedings was when I found out I had it—that sugar sickness. You know which one I’m talking about. What a blow. I had to go and buy all these diabetes supplies at the drug store and start taking insulin and everything. My husband’s new girlfriend, Monica, has type 2 diabetes. That’s the kind where you have to eat every once in a while or you could, like, die. I think it means you don’t have enough sugar in your bloodstream. Maybe Monica and I could trade places. I don’t have a new guy in my life, yet. And I’ve got way too much sugar. Isn’t anybody looking for sugar anymore? Bad joke. Now Dr. Hessling is pretty nice, but he’s been married for 27 years to the same person. No chance of salvation there. I’m 54, what can I say. I guess there’s always classifieds, or Weight Watchers clubs. But you know I get the feeling only really desperate losers go to those things. I don’t like to think of myself as a desperate loser. I like to think I’ve got style, even if I don’t have too much—class. Monica has a lot of class. You should see the house HER parents live in, up in Winnetka. Ye gods, it’s huge. I drove past there out of curiosity. They live right off Sheridan Road. My husband had no qualms about giving me Monica’s folks’ address; does that mean he still trusts me?