I quickly trotted upstairs to let Steve know I was leaving the airport. “Lili and I are running errands, and Kelli’s downstairs working on her nursing project for school,” I explained.
“Is she working on a Cadaver?” Steve asked.
“What?” I said dumbfounded.
“You know,” he said, carving an imaginary human with his hands, “A body?”
“No . . . . . . . . . she’s downstairs.” (The long pause is me wrestling with my tongue.)
Note to travelers: If you see a dead body in our terminal, it’s just Kel working on her nursing project!