Redemption

“So you think you can just spend the past forty years being a jerk and then just walk through these gates?” Gabriel pored over the notes on his clipboard, shrugging both wings and shoulders in disbelief.
     “Well, most of those . . . ” Jack pointed to the black marks, “ . . . those were from law school—“
     “And these?” Still more black spots.
     “Oh . . . I think that was Amway.” His finger, shaking a little now, tapped the column.
     “Dude, this is no time to lie—“
     “Alright, it was the time I bought stocks in BP, okay?” and in desperation added, “but I didn’t inhale!”