Rat

If only I could get the Mafia to put out a hit on diabetes....that would be one way to cure Brendon. But, dammit, that wouldn't be possible.

The Mafia doesn't like Rats, so it wouldn't have been a problem to get them to whack The D if it were possible to do so.

Aside from causing highs, lows, complications, and general havoc on the body and mind, The D is also a Rat.

Jessica came to our room early this morning...I repeat, EARLY...saying someone ate her candy stash leftover from a birthday party Brendon and she went to on Saturday (Brendon had already eaten his own stash after he came home from the party). Brendon accompanied her to our room to keep tabs on what she was telling us so that he could counter the claims.

I told her I didn't know who ate it, hoping she would drop the subject and go away so that I could continue sleeping. But, immediately, I thought of Brendon because he wakes up the earliest, and was awake before Jessica this morning (and it couldn't be Jacob because he was sleeply soundly next to me).

I wanted first to see if she was mistaken. Maybe she didn't look where it was last left.

"How do you know someone ate your candy? Is it on the desk?"

"I found the wrappers, Mom. Brendon ate my candy."

"I did not", said Brendon quietly through clenched teeth.

Ah, so no spring cleaning was done.

I knew I could pinch Brendon by relying on my informant. Plus, I wanted him to realize that The D will give him a hard time getting away with anything, so lying is pretty much futile.

I took 'em down to the precinct (The Kitchen).

First I smelled Brendon's breath, and was able to remain standing.

"What did you smell?", asked Brendon.

"Why would you ask me that if you didn't eat her candy?"

He clenched his teeth trying to preserve his composure.

I set up my TGTK Lie Detector (a.k.a The Glucose Test Kit) and began the test.

"Brendon, you're a 377. You ate her candy didn't you."

"No, I didn't eat her candy."

"You're never this high in the morning."

Brendon wouldn't budge, but I could plainly see his agita. Some paisan The D turned out to be. They're partners for life and The D has no problem whatsoever throwing Brendon under the bus. As much as The D was helping me out here, I was pretty disgusted with how disloyal The D was, myself.

My partner took over and sat Brendon down at the table. The overhead light shown brightly over Brendon's head. My partner had an idea:

"Brendon, if you ate Jessica's candy, I thought you would've at least dosed yourself for it."

"I did! I did! I dosed myself for 10 carbs!"

My partner looked at me and smiled. I put my hand over my mouth to prevent myself from busting out laughing. We had him.

"So you DID eat the candy", I said.

Brendon closed his eyes, and leaned his head back against the chair in realized defeat.

This story was reported exactly how the situation occured. No names were changed to protect the innocent.