Seventeen of the forty-two primates on the roster were not legally owned. They were “guests.” Or “friends of the family.” Or, in one memorable case, “a spiritual companion who happens to have prehensile tail.”
And then he told her the truth.
“Hear me out! Mr. Gibbons is a legend. He’s got orangutans that play poker. A mandrill who does taxes. Taxes , Hope.” hope harper daddy's monkey business
“What’s Phase Four?” she asked.
Her father looked up from a spreadsheet, saw the notebook, and sighed. He took off his glasses, polished them on his shirt, and said the words that would change everything: Seventeen of the forty-two primates on the roster
