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’
I
just
want
to
,
you
know
,
get
out
and
meet
people
,
’
said
Mort
,
trying
to
outstare
that
unflinching
blue
gaze
.
BUT
YOU
MEET
PEOPLE
EVERY
DAY
,
protested
Death
.
’
Yes
,
I
know
,
only
,
well
,
not
for
very
long
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
I
mean
,
it
’
d
be
nice
to
meet
someone
with
a
life
expectancy
of
more
than
a
few
minutes
.
Sir
,
’
he
added
.
Death
drummed
his
fingers
on
the
desk
,
making
a
sound
not
unlike
a
mouse
tap
-
dancing
,
and
gave
Mort
another
few
seconds
of
stare
.
He
noticed
that
the
boy
seemed
rather
less
elbows
than
he
remembered
,
stood
a
little
more
upright
and
,
bluntly
,
could
use
a
word
like
’
expectancy
’
.
It
was
all
that
library
.
ALL
RIGHT
,
he
said
grudgingly
.
BUT
IT
SEEMS
TO
ME
YOU
HAVE
EVERYTHING
YOU
NEED
RIGHT
HERE
.
THE
DUTY
IS
NOT
ONEROUS
,
IS
IT
?
’
No
,
sir
.
’
AND
YOU
HAVE
GOOD
FOOD
AND
A
WARM
BED
AND
RECREATION
AND
PEOPLE
YOUR
OWN
AGE
.
’
Pardon
,
sir
?
’
said
Mort
.
MY
DAUGHTER
,
said
Death
.
YOU
HAVE
MET
HER
,
I
BELIEVE
.
’
Oh
.
Yes
,
sir
.
’
