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

a while he rubbed both hands over his face and looked older when they came away.

“I’m not mad at him,” he said.

“I didn’t think you were.”

“I’m mad because he’s kind.” His voice caught on the last word, and he swallowed it down with visible effort. “Do you know how stupid that is? I can handle people being scared of me, careful around me, sad for me. continue reading …