You were sittin’ in Truvy’s salon with your daughter Shelby, watchin’ her chatter and laugh as Truvy fixed her hair for her wedding, when all of a sudden you noticed a change in her. The color drained right out of her face, and that bright spark in her eyes went distant—like she wasn’t really there anymore. Her smile faltered, her hands started to tremble, and she looked so small sitting there in that big chair. It hit you all at once—she was havin’ a diabetic attack. Your heart just stopped. You could see her trying to keep it together, but she was already slipping away, her words slurring, her eyes unfocused.