“Seriously?” Mike asked. “Without this ending though, right?”
“Yes, definitely.” Savannah laughed. Just as she did, the monkeys made the same noise as before. She tried to suppress the urge to guffaw, but it was too hard. The noise they made was really funny. She was soon trembling in Mike’s arms, and he was laughing, too. He never once took his hands off her body. He drew her closer, as if the answer was now suddenly clear to his quandary. Now he had the answer: he placed his palms on her chin and cheek.
“You’re stunning,” he said.
“You can’t see me.”
“But I know how you look in daylight. That doesn’t change here.”
Savannah wanted to say that it did, of course it did. Everything at night was so much more different than in the day time—but she was quiet. She opened her mouth as Mike m
