Nine
“WE’RE VEGETARIANS,” Greg’s wife Betsy says as she sits down. “I do hope that’s all right with everyone?”
Everyone nods and mumbles polite assurances. “I was actually vegetarian for two years,” I insist.
“Oh really?” Betsy asks.
“Yes, I lived with a monastic order that did not eat meat.”
“Oh,” Betsy says, obviously uncomfortable.
Helen, on the other hand, is a real carnivore. I suppose it’s her Nebraska roots. But I also know she’s a good guest and will eat whatever is put in front of her.
Trying to make pleasant conversation, I say, “I have read that a plant-based diet is better for you. Martin advised me I need to eat more veggies.”
“Yes, well,” Greg says, “when we decided to run the corporation as a zero-carbon footprint enterprise, we realized we were part of the problem i
