Thousand: Seven Hundred Seventy-Eight

in the pockets of his trousers. There’s a card in one of them. He pulls it out and reads it. THANK YOU FOR VISITING. PLEASE COME AGAIN. The man in the dashiki tosses the card onto the table and the magpie hops back, regards the card with a twist of its head. “Did you have a good time?” the tour guide asks, at the man’s elbow. “Would it be worth your while to return?” “That depends,” the man says. “I went on business.” “And it wasn’t a pleasure?” “It was many things.” “Would you like a soda? A water?” “The