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

them. Their son Evan had brought it that morning, she told me, but Tom had grown tired after three pages and begun calling the children in the pictures “those nice kids.”

When I said hello, Tom looked up and smiled.

“Morning,” he said.

“It’s afternoon,” Linda said gently.

He glanced toward the window. “Is it?”

“That’s all right.”

I sat beside him and placed continue reading …