Liddell did she know that ordering parts with bones was a dead giveaway.
She obviously had no fear of God, either. If she’d prayed for guidance, none of that would have happened. That’s because she would have received the answer right in her prayer:
“Thigh will be done.”
*Then* the rest would have been so easy:
Every time a school bell rings, an angel gets his wings.
“Thigh will be done.”
Two chicken dinners!