Richmond returned to his chair and gulped from his glass. Clarice tasted her tea and discovered that it was so sweet she couldn’t stand more than a sip. Richmond, who was diabetic, had no business drinking any of it. But when she looked his way, she saw that Richmond was not only guzzling the sweet tea, he was using it to wash down a piece of pecan pie that someone, probably that damn Ramsey Abrams, had slipped to him. This was part of the dance
Richmond is diabetic but eats a lot of sugar
