"Well, now it is." Maggie paused at the sign-in counter. "Then. Whenever I'm from is at relative to here."
She took Pam's hand as they waited to be called. "On fast food, you're not missing out. On ostrich..." She licked her lips. "I've had some pretty good ostrich. My dad said it tastes kind of like beef used to, except really lean. Really rich in iron. He used to love to eat medium-rare ostrich steaks, and I could never stand it, because the juices would ooze all over the plate and it looked like blood..." She shook her head, smiling sheepishly at Pam. "Which probably wouldn't be a problem for you, I guess," she said.
"Ms. Garcia?" the receptionist called.
"And that'll be us," Maggie said brightly, hopping up and tugging Pam inside towards the exam rooms.