Chapter 6
Michelle spotted a figure as she approached the border crossing to Heaven. She knew the Greek philosopher Plato by his walk, he’d been in Hell a long time.
She decided that Warren Beatty was right and Heaven could wait. She’d decided to walk through the pastures of Hell to stretch her legs, she’d been slouching around the office too much lately. They were even less charming than she’d recalled. The Australian Outback had more varied vegetation.
Away from her private cove and its lavender-coated hills, only sage and creosote bushes covered the brown-gray earth. The trails were dusty, rutted parallel tracks that were uncomfortable to drive on and awkward to walk on. It had seemed like a good idea when she set it up, but she’d prefer a pleasant path through the Cotswolds if she e
