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

ten years. She walked him to the staff entrance but did not come inside right away.

At the door, she straightened his collar.

“You have your phone?” she asked.

He patted the wrong pocket, then the right one. “Phone.”

“Wallet?”

“Wallet.”

“Notebook?”

He looked down at his shirt pocket. His hand covered it, not checking this time, just holding it there. “Notebook.continue reading …