Always a Lady by Sharon Sala

I ever heard put to . . ." Lily interrupted him before he could finish. "I don't eat such things, and I can't imagine anyone else doing so either." Her indignation was rising. Case leaned back in his chair in full view of everyone in the restaurant and let a full belly laugh flow forth. He couldn't help it. His L.A. woman was suddenly out of her depth in more ways than one. "Remember when I was afraid you'd feed my men sunflower seeds?" Case said, trying to pull himself together. "Well, why don't you just look at calf fries as . . . hamburger seeds? After all, if they'd stayed where nature intended, somewhere down the road they'd have been responsible for hamburger. What do you think?" "I think you're all full of bull," Lily said distinctly, as she rose and excused herself from the table. "And I think I should go powder something . . . or," she mumbled as she walked away from the table, "take a powder. It might be safer. I'm definitely outnumbered tonight." The next few days saw increased activity as the roundup got back in full swing and preparations for the barbecue began. Lily was relieved that the night would amount to an evening off for her. She didn't have the usual mountain of food to prepare, only some fruit pies as her contribution to the buffet. She'd refused point blank to have anything to do with cooking the small, oval, milky-white slices that would ultimately result in the famous calf fries. Just remembering their origin made her wince. Poor animals! It did no g