Chapter 11
Michelle brushed aside angels and sycophants alike as she hurried down the pleasant valley of Heaven. The soft lighting of the perfectly fitted octagonal cobbles made their passage easy. The night jasmine scented the air thick with an invitation to slow down and enjoy herself, which Michelle totally ignored.
Peter hustled along behind her. She’d always wanted a handsome, broad-shouldered man with flowing blond locks to chase her, but if he didn’t hustle a bit harder she’d leave him behind.
“Look, Peter,” she spoke to the man hurrying along in her wake. “I spoke to the software this morning. Just because you haven’t been able to access it for the last couple centuries doesn’t mean that it’s gone. Just because god isn’t lying around the house and napping on the divan doesn’t me
