Meet you there in twenty.” As Boyd terminated the call and put his phone down on the polished walnut table, Dr. Sylvia Stratton came up by his right elbow. “Orange juice?” “Please. That fresh-squeezed stuff is amazing. But you don’t have to wait on me. I can serve myself.” “No problem. I was getting a refill myself.” After filling his juice glass, she topped up her own, then sat. “Did you enjoy the eggs?” “I did, ma’am. And you might be onto something with the free-range thing. Much tastier.” “No surprise that a healthy free-range hen produces a superior egg.” She slipped on her reading glasses and picked up the newspaper, although she made no move to go back to reading it. “And it’s not just tastier, but more nutrient rich and antibiotic-free. Same with grass-fed beef. The beef is actually much richer in omega-3 fatty acids than its grain-fed counterpart.”
