Her father smiled. “That’s the part I haven’t figured out yet.”
Not in a cute, let’s-watch-Planet-of-the-Apes-marathon way. In a there-are-currently-three-spider-monkeys-living-in-our-dining-room-chandelier way. hope harper daddy's monkey business
Hope looked at Cha-Cha, who was now picking her nose and eating it. Then she looked at her father – the man who’d been dismissed as a crank, who’d raised her among spider monkeys and howlers, who’d taught her that responsibility meant protecting the ones who couldn’t protect themselves. Her father smiled
“What’s the code, Daddy?” she asked, because resistance was futile. Daddy?” she asked