“Well look at that,” Esmé said. “Never thought I’d see that happen.”

“Yup,” Jorgé answered.

They were sitting on the bench, observing.

“All of them?” Esmé asked.

“Every one.” Jorgé was eating pizza-flavored Combos. Esmé lunched on an avocado-sprout sandwich.

Esmé nodded.

Together, they watched the crows huddling together, picking at bits of leftover flesh from the ground.