He looked down his patrician nose at her, and she flipped him a very rude gesture.
“Young lady,” he said portentously, “that is not the way to gain admission.”
The raddled-looking woman laughed.
“Kiddo,” she replied, in a voice rendered harsh by cigarettes and bourbon, “I ain’t even sure I want in.”
His perfect lips curled in disbelief. “Of course you ‘want in’. Everybody wants in.”
She shrugged. “Gimme two good reasons why I should…”
The gatekeeper’s chin sagged, and he goggled as she turned and sauntered away from the Pearly Gates.
Saint Peter stared at her retreating back…
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