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!
Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits. Prv 18:21
