‘Aberdeen-Angus!’ Heidi looked at him in amusement. ‘Forgotten the war, haven’t you? Forgotten rationing? More like a sirloin of horse meat.’ ‘Honey.’ Schaffer took her hands and spoke severely and earnestly. ‘Honey, don’t ever again mention that word to me. I’m allergic to horses.’ ‘You eat them?’ Heidi gazed at him in astonishment. ‘In Montana?’ ‘I fall off them,’ Schaffer said moodily. ‘Everywhere.’
