Free Change Places with Me by Lois Metzger

if you have the Total Experience Package.”
    “That sounds like one of those you-gotta-have-it ads,” Cooper said, and deepened his voice like an announcer: “With the Total Experience Package, you’ll have it all, perfect marriage, perfect job, perfect life!”
    Rose ignored Cooper. This thing about the Total Experience Package was bothering her. “Is this something new?” she asked the man.
    “Nope, been going on for years and years.” He continued to scan ticket stubs and let people in as he spoke.
    “I was here last week. Nobody asked for money for the Congo Gorilla Forest.”
    “Then somebody was asleep on the job. You must’ve seen signs for it. They’re everywhere.”
    Well, sure they were. Now.
    “It’s only three dollars,” Cooper said. “I’ll treat you. I just got a nice tip.”
    The entrance consisted of a long, skinny, zigzag hall that felt like a maze with no choice of paths that kept pushing you forward. Rose had no memory of this, either. It was very crowded, shoulder to shoulder. Last week, it hadn’t been nearly so busy, and the other visitors were chatty and friendly, the kids smiling and laughing. Now a lady taking a photo shoved Rose aside and didn’t even apologize, and a kid wailed for his mom, who said, irritably, “Stop it, I’m right here!”
    Rose and Cooper finally managed to reach the floor-to-ceiling windows looking onto the gorilla habitat outside. Rose couldn’t believe it. Several gorillas sat calmly gazing at the crowd, but there was one—a huge one—glaring at people as if wanting to tear them apart, if not for this thick glass.
    “You were right about the gorillas,” Cooper said. “They’re amazing.”
    But what happened to the tender gorilla cradling her baby?
    Rose broke away from Cooper, pushing past people, looking for someone who worked here. She spotted a woman allin khaki, holding a clipboard. “What’s wrong with her?” Rose asked.
    “What’s wrong with who?”
    Wasn’t it obvious? “The gorilla.”
    The woman grinned. “That’s one of the famous Pattycake’s many descendants. Her name is Candy.”
    “You’re wrong. Candy’s a cocker spaniel.”
    “Well, this girl’s nearly twenty and her name has always been Candy.”
    The air in the room was starting to feel close and stifling. Rose felt sweat gather on the back of her neck. “I was here last week. There was a mother gorilla and a baby.”
    “No babies at the moment. Just Candy and her almost fully grown children.”
    “She looked loving and kind.”
    The woman glanced down at her clipboard and scribbled something. “Candy’s only got two expressions—mean and meaner.”
    “She was keeping the baby safe and sound.”
    The woman looked up; clearly she had work to do, but she wasn’t hurrying Rose along. “Maybe you saw a photograph of a gorilla. Ever hear of Koko? She had a kitten she adored.”
    “I’m not confusing anything with anything.” Rose pointed at the gorilla. “I know what I saw.”
    “No need to raise your voice, sweetheart,” the woman said softly.
    Rose turned away.
    Now she noticed plants in large tubs at the edge of the exhibit, and her eyes widened. Last week they’d been lush and green. Now the long, heart-shaped leaves were scarred and brown, the stalks all tangled. How was this possible? These plants had been neglected for far longer than a week. Something had to be done—right away. She plunged both hands into the dirt.
    “Hey, you can’t do that!” a guard yelled.
    “These plants need to be moved.” Rose scratched at the soil. “There’s a rooftop garden on Belle Heights Tower. It’ll be the perfect place—they can heal and grow.”
    “Girlie, knock it off! Do I need to call security?” Her hands were smeared, the fingernails black.
    “You have to leave,” the guard said, “now.”
    “Will you make sure someone takes care of the plants?”
    “Yeah, yeah, sure.”
    She didn’t believe him.
    Cooper rushed to her side. “I couldn’t