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’
His
chair
hasn
’
t
been
sat
in
,
’
Albert
whined
.
’
Sorry
,
but
is
that
important
?
’
said
Mort
.
’
My
grandad
didn
’
t
used
to
come
home
for
days
if
he
’
d
had
a
good
sale
at
the
market
.
’
’
But
he
’
s
always
here
,
’
said
Albert
.
’
Every
morning
,
as
long
as
I
’
ve
known
him
,
sitting
here
at
his
desk
a
-
working
on
the
nodes
.
It
’
s
his
job
.
He
wouldn
’
t
miss
it
.
’
’
I
expect
the
nodes
can
look
after
themselves
for
a
day
or
two
,
’
said
Mort
.
The
drop
in
temperature
told
him
he
was
wrong
.
He
looked
at
their
faces
.
They
can
’
t
?
’
he
said
.
Both
heads
shook
.
’
If
the
nodes
aren
’
t
worked
out
properly
all
the
Balance
is
destroyed
,
’
said
Ysabell
.
’
Anything
could
happen
.
’
’
Didn
’
t
he
explain
?
’
said
Albert
.
’
Not
really
.
I
’
ve
really
only
done
the
practical
side
.
He
said
he
’
d
tell
me
about
the
theoretical
stuff
later
,
’
said
Mort
.
Ysabell
burst
into
tears
.
