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Mort
watched
the
smoke
ring
wobble
into
the
sky
and
drift
away
towards
the
river
.
’
I
can
see
you
,
’
he
said
.
THAT
’
S
DIFFERENT
.
The
Klatchian
waiter
arrived
with
the
bill
,
and
placed
it
in
front
of
Death
.
The
man
was
squat
and
brown
,
with
a
hairstyle
like
a
coconut
gone
nova
,
and
his
round
face
creased
into
a
puzzled
frown
when
Death
nodded
politely
to
him
.
He
shook
his
head
like
someone
trying
to
dislodge
soap
from
his
ears
,
and
walked
away
.
Death
reached
into
the
depths
of
his
robe
and
brought
out
a
large
leather
bag
full
of
assorted
copper
coinage
,
most
of
it
blue
and
green
with
age
.
He
inspected
the
bill
carefully
.
Then
he
counted
out
a
dozen
coins
.
COME
,
he
said
,
standing
up
.
WE
MUST
GO
.
Mort
trotted
along
behind
him
as
he
stalked
out
of
the
garden
and
into
the
street
,
which
was
still
fairly
busy
even
though
there
were
the
first
suggestions
of
dawn
on
the
horizon
.
’
What
are
we
going
to
do
now
?
’
BUY
YOU
SOME
NEW
CLOTHES
.
’
These
were
new
today
–
yesterday
,
I
mean
.
’
REALLY
?
