Larabie and Miz Kitti had a long standing friendly rivalry.
One Saturday morning she truly overwhelmed him.
“Go through the tunnel. I double dip defy you,” was her ultimatum.
“No thanks. I’ll have to face God in there and I haven’t been to confession in a few weeks.”
“Heaven, Purgatory, Hell,” he stammered. “I’m in no hurry.”
“Nobody likes a sissy,” she chanted.
“People only call it Death’s Vestibule as a joke. You don’t honestly believe that crock, do you?
Torn between cold logic and traditional local legend, Larabie was stumped. He couldn’t wait to
settle this score but good.