’ Gerald raised his brows. “Why did you do it?” her aunt urged. He was certain that those lips of hers had never known the natural and pardonable simper of youth. He yelled but he had no breath to support his own voice. My last foster father in Alabama before the Becks was a heavy drug abuser. ’ Gerald could not resist. They watched the chimpanzees in the new apes’ house, and admired the gentle humanity of their eyes—“so much more human than human beings”—and they watched the Agile Gibbon in the next apartment doing wonderful leaps and aerial somersaults.
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