Thousand: Seven Hundred Seventy-Nine

bird was trying to sell me on lemonade.” “A lemonade then.” “A lemonade sounds worth trying. Maybe not a tizzy.” The tour guide pats the man on the shoulder. “I’ll rustle that up for you. Just relax.” He watches the guide duck through the low side entrance to the snack bar, listens as she rustles about getting together the ingredients. She stands up with two lemons in hand, slices them in half, presses each over a citrus juicer, the yellow lemon water sliding down the grooves, the seeds stopping at the grate. She puts the juicer aside and pours water