Line

Aziraphale drew himself up. "I really feel that probity, not to say morality, demands that as a reputable businessman I should-"

"Yes, yes," said the Metatron, a shade testily. "Point taken. We shall await you, then."

The light faded, but did not quite vanish. They're leaving the line open, Aziraphale thought. I'm not getting out of this one.

"Hallo?" he said softly, "Anyone still there?"

There was silence.

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Good Omens - Saturday