Ad Magic peeled five hundred-dollar bills off his roll. “I want you to send this horse on a vacation. I want him to have the best food. If he wants other horses to play with, get them for him. I want this horse to have a grassy field. Do horses like music? I heard that once. Get a radio that plays music. I want the horse to have good accommodations. I want you to be the doctor for this horse and get the best people to take care of this horse. What were those pills you gave me? I feel fantastic! Is there some way we can ship this horse back to the States? I’ll look into it. Can you drive me to the Taj? This is so crazy—I don’t even know my name, but I’ve got a room key. Tell the boy to watch the horse until I get back. Do you have a business card? Here’s what we’ll do. I’ve got it. I’ve got it now. You stay with the horse. I’ll take your car. I’ve been here before. I know Bombay. I’ll take the car back. I don’t want you to leave the horse. I don’t want anything to happen to this horse. When I get home, you send me a picture of the horse. Stand next to the horse with a copy of the International Herald Tribune. When I see that the horse is okay, that his health is flourishing, and I see that the date on the paper is current, I will send you six hundred dollars every month. Will that be enough? Like if this horse needs an air-conditioned stall, I want him to have it. Whatever—TV, rock videos, a pool, anything his little horsy heart desires.”

“It can be done.”

“Excellent. Look, where did you get this great dog? Will you sell me this dog?”

“For no money,” the doctor said.

“C’mon, doctor, I love this dog.”

“Anyhow, you cannot take her to America.”

“Okay,” Ad Magic said. “It was just a thought. You’re looking at me funny. I know what you’re thinking. You don’t trust me with the car. Send the boy to flag a cab. I’ve got to get back to the States. You know those harnesses Seeing Eye dogs wear? I could wear sunglasses and take the dog back. A white cane. Just let me borrow the dog for a while.”

“Mr. Man. She is my best friend. I’m not selling. Not borrowing.”