I considered.
“I don’t eat meat,” I said at last, inconsequentially, speaking half to myself. Then I added, “except chicken, and fish.”
Frank nodded. “Commendable.”
“I mean—beef, cows—and,” I shuddered, “veal. Not to mention pork. Pigs are smarter than dogs, apparently.”
“Which, in some cultures—” Frank began, but I covered my ears.
“Don’t!” I cried, looking at him in an agony of appeal.
He shrugged acquiescence, took a pull on his cigarette and raised an eyebrow. “So? What is your point?”
“You eat meat,” I said.
“Animals aren’t people,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, well,” I countered. “Animals aren’t only discriminated against, are they? They’re raised, killed, and eaten.”
Frank exhaled.
“It’s a cruel world, darling,” he said with a sigh, then waved his cigarette at me vagu
