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Mort
nodded
.
Death
went
back
to
his
big
leather
book
,
took
up
a
pen
,
stared
at
it
for
a
moment
,
and
then
looked
up
at
Mort
with
his
skull
on
one
side
.
HAVE
YOU
MET
MY
DAUGHTER
?
he
said
.
’
Er
.
Yes
,
sir
,
’
said
Mort
,
his
hand
on
the
doorknob
.
SHE
IS
A
VERY
PLEASANT
GIRL
,
said
Death
,
BUT
I
THINK
SHE
QUITE
LIKES
HAVING
SOMEONE
OF
HER
OWN
AGE
AROUND
TO
TALK
TO
.
’
Sir
?
’
AND
,
OF
COURSE
,
ONE
DAY
ALL
THIS
WILL
BELONG
TO
HER
.
Something
like
a
small
blue
supernova
flared
for
a
moment
in
the
depths
of
his
eyesockets
.
It
dawned
on
Mort
that
,
with
some
embarrassment
and
complete
lack
of
expertise
,
Death
was
trying
to
wink
.
In
a
landscape
that
owed
nothing
to
time
and
space
,
which
appeared
on
no
map
,
which
existed
only
in
those
far
reaches
of
the
multiplexed
cosmos
known
to
the
few
astrophysicists
who
have
taken
really
bad
acid
,
Mort
spent
the
afternoon
helping
Albert
plant
out
broccoli
.
It
was
black
,
tinted
with
purple
.
’
He
tries
,
see
,
’
said
Albert
,
flourishing
the
dibber
.
’
It
’
s
just
that
when
it
comes
to
colour
,
he
hasn
’
t
got
much
imagination
.
’
’
I
’
m
not
sure
I
understand
all
this
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
Did
you
say
he
made
all
this
?
’
