Mort tapped the stallholder in the small of th…

Mort tapped the stallholder in the small of the back.
‘Can you see me?’ he demanded.
The stallholder squinted critically at him.
‘I reckon so,’ he said, ‘or someone very much like you.’
‘Thank you,’ said Mort, immensely relieved.
‘Don’t mention it. I see lots of people every day, no charge.’