So it’s great for the old hillbilly and Rip, but perhaps not so good for the raccoons there? (There’s a raccoon hunt scheduled for the night Hyder arrives.) Perhaps that’s Raccoon Hell? Or maybe they’re virtual raccoons?
I’m not putting down your concept, by the way, I agree with you and the main character: “Any place that’s too high-falutin’ for Rip is too fancy for me.” I just always consider a bit that one being’s version of heaven is another’s version of hell. I’m an atheist, so whatever concept of heaven or hell I hold is purely hypothetical for me, but when I do consider such places, lack of my pets (and partners) would certainly be a deciding factor for which is which.
