You know, the unwritten beauty,weight, tell your female comrade when she has something in her teeth code.
I broke it. Unwittingly, of course. But, still I broke it.
I saw someone at church who I hadn't seen since June. We usually attend a later church service and this week we attended the earlier one. She was there and I was so glad to see her. She looked radiant, round and ready for the maternity clothes stage of the game.
I gave her a big hug and asked her how she was feeling.
"Oh, much better," she assured me.
"Sounds like you're over the worst of it."
"Oh, I am."
"That's great. How many months are you again? Four or five?"
The colour left her face.
"I'm not pregnant."
The colour left my face.
Some serious unwritten women protocol had just been breached.