Lillian and I rode the glass elevator God knows how many floors down. Once again, I found myself wondering why there were no light-up floor numbers in the elevators in Heaven.
We stopped after a while, and the doors slid open. An all-white hallway stretched to either side of us, lined with glowing panels in the ceiling, walls, and floor.
Interesting fact: there wasn't a door in sight anywhere along that hall in either direction.
"So what's this gala they're talking about?" I asked as she turned right and led me onward. "Are they going to send me to Hell in front of a bigger audience?"
"It's a celebration in honor of the most important new arrivals." Lillian sounded more tense and distracted than before.
What was there to get tense and distracted about in Heaven, I wondered? "Real
