“Mr. Whit!” Kareem exclaimed. My husband turned in his chair to face Kareem where he sat on his other side. “Yes?” “Abdullah bought me three jars of honey,” he said. “So, he bribed you,” Whit said, laughing. “Did he say that you could never eat the honey found in any tombs?” Kareem nodded sagely. “I must not consume ancient relics.” “A wonderful motto to live by,” Whit said, just as sagely.
