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Keeble
,
fighting
to
breathe
,
managed
to
shake
his
head
.
DO
YOU
WANT
ME
TO
GET
YOU
A
GLASS
OF
WATER
,
THEN
?
’
nnN
–
nnN
.
’
The
shop
bell
jangled
.
Keeble
’
s
eyes
rolled
.
Death
decided
that
he
owed
the
man
something
.
He
shouldn
’
t
be
allowed
to
lose
custom
,
which
was
clearly
something
humans
valued
dearly
.
He
pushed
aside
the
bead
curtain
and
stalked
into
the
outer
shop
,
where
a
small
fat
woman
,
looking
rather
like
an
angry
cottage
loaf
,
was
hammering
on
the
counter
with
a
haddock
.
’
It
’
s
about
that
cook
’
s
job
up
at
the
University
,
’
she
said
.
’
You
told
me
it
was
a
good
position
and
it
’
s
a
disgrace
up
there
,
the
tricks
them
students
play
,
and
I
demand
–
I
want
you
to
–
I
’
m
not
.
Her
voice
trailed
off
.
’
’
Ere
,
’
she
said
,
but
you
could
tell
her
heart
wasn
’
t
in
it
,
’
you
’
re
not
Keeble
,
are
you
?
’
Death
stared
at
her
.
He
’
d
never
before
experienced
an
unsatisfied
customer
.
He
was
at
a
loss
.
Finally
he
gave
up
.
