When the old keeper forgot one latch, the 400-pound silverback reached through the steel

or at least recognized that I was someone he was supposed to know.

“You’re the ape doctor,” he said.

“Close enough.”

He smiled politely. It was a stranger’s smile, and I had to remind myself not to make him pay for what the illness had taken from me.

Winston was near the fig trees when Tom entered the gallery. At first he did not react. He sat with his continue reading …