As usual the first to come through the Pearly Gates when St. Peter unlocked them were the babies and small children. No matter how many times he saw the procession of those too young to have had a chance at life, it still brought a lump to Brett’s throat.
After the older children and young adults had passed into Heaven, Brett watched as the age of the incomers steadily increased. Eventually the tide of humanity began to ebb and along came the procession of animals. Soon Willow, in his crystal cot, floated through and Brett stepped forward to take charge. But as he approached, he realized the edge of the cot was being held onto by a pair of scarred hands. His gaze moving upward, Brett saw tan forearms ending with rolled up shirt sleeves and…
What the f**k was he doing scoping out men at
