PurgatoryWe found ourselves facing a tall wall that extend both ways as far as I could see. It looked brand new, but Horace said, “Probably a living wall that keeps regrowing itself.”
I craned my neck to look up. “That’s a really tall wall.”
Writing appeared on the wall and George read it aloud, “Entry to the museum requires everyone agree that no exhibits may be removed. No one may enter until all agree.”
“I agree,” Horace said. “I guess it is a museum after all.”
“I visit every so often,” George said. “I don’t want to agree but I agree anyway.”
The other snakes agreed.
“Me too. I agree,” I said.
Gypsy came quickly trotting up and said, a bit out of breath, “I agree too.”
Silently, a small hole appeared in the wall and quickly grew larger until a tall and wide archway was present.
