We drove silently. I wasn’t going to press her. She’d had enough going on today.
“Well, can we stop for burgers, then?” Clover asked.
“I can make you something when we get home. You don’t have to jump into eating meat just because of the shift.” I told her.
“You’re trying to take care of me, and I appreciate it, but I don’t need it. You’re probably pretty hungry. I could use some food. I haven’t had a cheeseburger since I was five. No point in being strictly veggie if there’s no bad effects of it.” She shrugged.
“How about we go to the grocery store and I get some stuff to cook for you. I think you should ease into eating meat. You’ve been eating vegetarian for so long, I’m worried a burger from a fast food restaurant will make you sick. I’ll make you burgers at home. Then you can
