A Conversation Between Angels XXXVII

“Hello, I’m Peter. Welcome.”

“Thank you, I’m-”

“Yes, I know who you are. Got you right here. So let’s look at your chart.”

“All right.”

“Oh. Adultery. Yikes, seventeen times.”

“Things were rocky for many years.”

“Yes, well, marriage is still sacred. And from what I see here it looks like you took to drink and gambling to maybe ‘deal’ with those feelings about your marriage?”

“Uh, yeah, let’s say I did.”

“And taking the Lord’s name in vain. Were you trying to write your own dictionary?”

“I’m sorry, how can one not have a short fuse in this-”

“Oh wait.”


“Oh this is promising. You volunteered at the church every week. As an usher and you worked with the altar boys.”

“Yes. Yes I did.”

“And never touched one of them.”

“Oh God-I mean NO.”

“Alright then. We’ve had a lot of bad publicity with our staff and this helps. In you go.”

A Conversation Between Angels 3

“God’s kind of old.”

“I know. I figured people that were around forever got to pick their age. What’s with the long hair and the beard, I mean he looks like Jesus.”

“How about that omni-presents thing?”

“That/ is/ annoying! Hello. I’m trying to make my pearly whites look like the pearly gates and he’s all perving on me, staring at me in the mirror asking me if I’ve like atoned for my sins and stuff.”

“Totally. These gowns are so not flattering.”

“I know, does everyone have to wear white? I mean come on, it’s like Summer, can’t we have some color.”

“Yeah. I wish I was alive still, I want a Frappucino.”

“Oh My God, why’d you have to say that? ¬†They have no Starbuck’s here and that’s just so wrong.”

“I’m gonna tweet that.”

“Um, don’t you remember, they like took away our phones.”

“Oh right. This place blows.”