It was when they quietened that I looked into JoJo’s eyes. I saw no hatred – that would have been easier to bear. Only puzzlement, gratitude that I had stopped to speak to him, to break the unbearable boredom of the day. I thought then of the chimpanzees of Gombe, free to roam the forests, free to play and groom and make nests in the springy branches. JoJo reached out a gentle finger and touched my cheek where the tears slid down into my laboratory mask.
