Would you like a hot meat... «Mort»
Lizis15 августа 2020Would you like a hot meat pie? said his father. No. Hes selling them cheap. No. Thank you. Oh. Lezek hesitated. I could ask the man if he wants an apprentice, he said, helpfully. Very reliable, the catering trade. I dont think he does, said Mort. No, probably not, said Lezek. Bit of a one-man business, I expect. Hes gone now, anyway. Tell you what, Ill save you a bit of mine. I dont actually feel very hungry, dad. Theres hardly any gristle. No. But thanks all the same. Oh. Lezek deflated a little. He danced about a bit to stamp some life back into his feet, and whistled a few tuneless bars between his teeth. He felt he ought to say something, to offer some kind of advice, to point out that life had its ups and downs, to put his arm around his sons shoulder and talk expansively about the problems of growing up, to indicate – in short – that the world is a funny old lace where one should never, metaphorically speaking, be so proud as to turn down the offer of a perfectly good hot meat pie.
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