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Do You Know the Monkey Man?: A Novel

Do You Know the Monkey Man?: A Novel

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by Dori Hillestad Butler

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Samantha’s quest to answer her questions about her past sets in motion a chain of events that will change her life forever
For thirteen-year-old Samantha, life consists of too many unanswered questions. Why has her father not tried to contact her all these years? How could he have allowed her twin sister to drown in Clearwater Quarry when they were


Samantha’s quest to answer her questions about her past sets in motion a chain of events that will change her life forever
For thirteen-year-old Samantha, life consists of too many unanswered questions. Why has her father not tried to contact her all these years? How could he have allowed her twin sister to drown in Clearwater Quarry when they were only toddlers? And how can Samantha’s mother expect her to accept some man she hardly knows as her new father? Samantha already has a father out there. Somewhere.

A fateful decision sets into motion a chain of events and confrontations that will change Samantha’s and her family’s lives forever. As she sets out to find her father and discover what really happened the day her sister was presumed drowned, she uncovers painful secrets that threaten to destroy her family all over again.

Readers will be drawn into Dori Butler’s dramatic, suspenseful, and sensitive story of one family’s crisis unwittingly brought on by an adolescent girl’s search for the truth.

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Do You Know the Monkey Man?

By Dori Hillestad Butler


Copyright © 2005 Dori Hillestad Butler
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ISBN: 978-1-4804-6706-4


I'm dying here, Sam," my best friend Angela panted as we started up another hill. "Where is this place?"

I wasn't enjoying the long bike ride any more than Angela was. It was so hot out it felt like we were biking inside an oven. My shirt was soaked with sweat, my butt was numb, my legs were ready to fall off, and let's not even mention my hair. But I shifted to an easier gear on my bike, wiped my sweaty forehead against my arm, and said, "It's got to be around here somewhere. Let's keep going."

"I don't know, Sam." Angela stopped her bike. "This doesn't look right."

"The ad in the Yellow Pages said North Star Road," I said. "This is North Star Road." But Angela had a point. The houses were pretty spread out around here. There were no businesses anywhere in sight. North Star Road would turn into Highway 1 up ahead and when it did we wouldn't even be in Clearwater anymore. We'd be out in the country.

I glanced around, searching desperately for some clue—any clue—that we were headed in the right direction. I noticed a sign in the yard up ahead. Could that be the place?

"Sam!" Angela yelled. "Where are you going?"

I just kept pedaling until I could read the sign. The paint on it was peeling, but I could still make out the black-and-white drawing of a lady gazing into a crystal ball and the words "Psychic Readings by Madame Madeline."

Yes! "This is it!" I cried.

Angela pulled up beside me. She glanced at the house behind the sign and curled her lip in disgust. "You've got to be kidding," she said.

Okay, the house did sort of look like the Bates house in Psycho. And like the sign out front, it hadn't been painted in a very long time. Four rotted steps led to a rickety front porch. There was even a window boarded over upstairs.

"I don't know about this," Angela said slowly.

I had to admit I wasn't entirely sure myself. I mean, I'd never been to a real, live psychic before. I didn't even know for sure that Madame Madeline was a real psychic. Let's face it, most psychics are fakes. But there are some people out there who really do have some psychic abilities. People who help the police solve crimes or whatever. I had no idea whether Madame Madeline ever did anything like that, but she was the only psychic listed in the Clearwater, Iowa, phone book, so she was my only hope.

"You don't have to come with me if you don't want to," I told Angela as I wheeled my bike over to a lamppost.

"No, no," Angela said, trailing along behind me. "I said I'd go with you and I will. I mean, if you're sure you want to do this. I just think there has to be a better way of finding out where your dad is than going to a psychic."

"Like what?" I asked. My mom was no help. She hated my dad. She got all bent out of shape anytime I even brought him up in conversation.

There were no relatives on his side of the family to ask. Or if there were, I'd never met them. I know my dad grew up in Clearwater, though. I asked some of the older people in my neighborhood if they remembered him. Everybody did ("Such a shame, what happened," Mrs. Inger tsk-tsked.), but nobody seemed to have any idea where he was.

Mrs. Sandvick told me she used to play cards with my dad's mom, which proved I had a Grandma Wright out there somewhere. That made me wonder whether I had any aunts, uncles, or cousins on my dad's side. Mrs. Sandvick couldn't remember whether my dad had any brothers and sisters, but she did remember that Eva Wright always cheated at cards and she was glad that Eva moved away. Then she wanted to know why I was asking so many questions. I was afraid she'd tell my mom I'd been nosing around, so I took my search elsewhere. To the Clearwater Public Library.

There's a sign by the reference desk that says if they don't know the answer to your question, they'll find it. But when I talked to a reference librarian, the woman just sort of pinched her lips together and said they don't get involved in family affairs.

I even tried to find my dad on the Internet. I tried Internet phone books, people finders that didn't cost anything, and basic search engines. But do you have any idea how many Joseph Wrights there are in the world? Millions! I had no idea how to figure out which Joseph Wright was my dad.

How else was I supposed to find him when he'd totally disappeared off the face of the earth?

"I guess I don't have any other bright ideas," Angela said.

"Well, we may as well try Madame Madeline," I said. We locked our bikes to the lamppost and started up the front walk. I wished I had a comb. I had to settle for running my fingers through my hair to untangle it and pouf it up a bit. But it was so humid out, it probably didn't do much good.

"So should we ring the bell or will Madame Madeline just sort of sense that we're here and open the door herself?" Angela muttered.

Before we even reached the first step, Madame Madeline did open the front door. Or somebody did, anyway.

Angela and I stopped where we were and gawked at the woman who stood on the porch. I don't know what I thought a real psychic should look like, but this woman was definitely not it. She looked…well, like a regular person. She wore a yellow sundress like the ones they sell at Wal-Mart with matching flip-flops. She had wavy reddish blond hair that hung to her waist. She was pretty, but if you asked me, she could've used a little eye makeup or blush, something to give her face some color and hide her freckles.

"Do you girls want something?" She looked down at us curiously.

I glanced at Angela, then took a step toward Madeline. "Um, we were wondering," I began. I didn't know how to talk to a psychic. Did I even have to talk, or could she read my mind?

"I mean …" I stammered. "I…uh, saw your ad in the phone book, and, well—"

"Are you Madame Madeline?" Angela blurted out. One thing about Angela, she never has any trouble saying things straight out.

The woman leaned against the cracked doorjamb. "Yes, I am. What can I do for you?"

I cleared my throat. "There's something I have to know," I said, my heart thumping. "I'd like to have a—whatever you call it—a psychic reading?"

At first Madame Madeline didn't say anything. She just inspected me from head to toe. It was kind of unnerving, if you want to know the truth.

"You really are psychic, right?" I had to ask.

She smiled. But instead of answering my question, she said, "Generally I do readings by appointment only."

Appointment? I groaned to myself. Did that mean we'd just biked all the way out here in the blazing hot sun for nothing?

Madame Madeline checked her watch. "But I have a few minutes. Why don't you come in?" She held the door open and a black-and-white cat nuzzled her leg.

Angela raised her eyebrow at me. This was my chance to change my mind. But no. I had to do this. So we stepped inside.

The cat meowed at us, then turned and padded up the stairs.

I have to say, the inside of the house looked a lot better than the outside. I expected it to be all dark and dreary with long strings of beads hanging in the doorways. But this place was bright and cheerful. No beads. Sunlight poured in through two tall living room windows. And everywhere you looked there were plants—on tables, bookshelves, the windowsills, and the floor.

"I usually give readings in here." Madame Madeline led the way to a small dining room, then turned to look at us. "So who's going to go first?"

"Oh, I'm not doing this." Angela shook her head and backed away. "Just her." She jabbed her thumb at me.

"Then you can have a seat over there." Madame Madeline directed Angela toward an overstuffed chair in the living room. "And you—what's your name?" she asked me.

"Sam," I answered.

"Sam? Is that short for Samantha?"

I nodded.

"Hmm," she said, her index finger tapping against her chin. "I believe that is an old Aramaic name. It means 'listener.'"

I could hear Angela snorting in the other room, but I pretended I didn't. "I don't know," I said to Madame Madeline with a nervous smile.

"Okay, well, why don't you join me here at the table?" She pulled out a tall, straight-back wooden chair for me. I slowly eased myself down. Madame Madeline sat beside me.

"So the reason I'm here—" I began.

"Shh!" She put her finger to her lips. "May I see your hand?"

I held out my hand. I figured she was going to read my palm or something, but she was more interested in the back of my hand than my palm. She traced her finger over the big vein that stuck out. It tickled a little.

I glanced over my shoulder at Angela. She was trying really hard not to laugh. I shouldn't have asked her to come with me. I was serious about this.

I turned back to Madame Madeline. "Don't you want to know why I'm here?" I asked impatiently, my foot tapping against my chair.

"I know why you're here," she replied. She still had hold of my hand. "You have questions. Many questions. And these questions cannot be answered through normal channels."

"Um…yeah." Something like that.

"I can't guarantee a specific answer to your questions," Madame Madeline said. "All I can do is tell you what I see. The answers to your questions may be there or they may not. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

"Do you wish to continue?"

"Sure," I said.

"Then my fee is twenty-five dollars. Payable up front, please."

"Oh." I blinked. "Okay." I unzipped my purse, pulled out a wad of hard-earned baby-sitting money, and counted out twenty-five bucks. If Madame Madeline could really tell me where my dad was, she'd be worth every penny.

Madame Madeline stuffed the bills into the pocket of her sundress, then peered into my eyes. I felt like she could see all the way through to my soul.

Finally she spoke. "You're a bright girl, Sam. You do fine in school."

"I guess that depends on your definition of 'fine,'" I mumbled. I got mostly B's in school. Sometimes I got a C in math or gym. In my mom's book, C's were practically failing.

"And you have friends," Madame Madeline went on.

Friends? Yes. Popularity? No.

"It isn't school or your social life that brings you here today. It's something else." Madame Madeline picked up my hand again and turned it around. "It's your family. Something about your family is out of balance. Something troubles you very deeply."

"Yes!" I leaned toward her eagerly.

"Your family is divided. There are two on one side and two on the other."

I didn't quite know what she meant by that. "There are only two people in my family," I said. "Just me and my mom. Unless you count Bob. My mom and Bob are getting married pretty soon."

"Bob is your mother's fiancé?" Madame Madeline asked.

I nodded. "Yes."

Madame Madeline frowned. "I do feel that connection. But there's another connection, too. A deeper one. Another man has been important to your mother. And another child, too. Was your mother married before? Do you, perhaps, have a sister?"

My jaw dropped. How did she know that? "I had a sister," I admitted. "She died."

Madame Madeline looked confused. "Then there must be another one. Another child that your mother is connected to. And you, too. I feel these connections very strongly. There's something that separates this child from you, but it isn't death. This connection is so strong that the other child must be alive."

I shook my head. "Sarah died when we were three. We were twins."

"Ah, twins. That's why the connection is so strong."

"Could we please talk about my dad?" I asked. "I haven't heard from him since I was, like, six years old and well, that's sort of why I'm here—"

"I need to hear more about your sister," Madame Madeline interrupted. "Would you mind telling me how she died?"

"She drowned."

"I don't think so." Madeline frowned again.

I blinked in surprise. "Yes, she did. I remember."

"You were there?"

"Well, no. But I remember."

Madame Madeline shook her head. "I don't think you do. And I don't think your sister is dead, Samantha. I think she's very much alive."


Well, that was bizarre," Angela said as we coasted down the hill on our bikes, our hair flying out behind us. "What a nutcase!"

"Yeah, I guess," I said. I knew Sarah couldn't be alive. She drowned in the old quarry when we were three. That was ten years ago. But what a weird thing for Madame Madeline to tell me. How did she even know I'd had a sister?

"Why would she tell you your sister's alive?" Angela went on. "That just seems mean."

"I don't think she meant to be mean," I said, braking as we got near the intersection at the bottom of the hill. "I think she just, I don't know, got her signals crossed or something."

The light was green, so we continued on through the intersection. "What signals?" Angela snorted. "That woman was about as psychic as I am. You should get your money back."

I had to admit Angela was probably right. And I shouldn't have been surprised. I mean, you couldn't expect a real live psychic to live in Clearwater, Iowa. Still, I couldn't help feeling disappointed. Madame Madeline was my last hope for finding my dad. And she hadn't said a word about him. Not one word.

Angela and I turned onto Center Street. We had to ride single file now, because there was a lot more traffic. As I pedaled, I thought about my dad.

It had been so long since I'd seen him that I could hardly picture him anymore. I knew he was tall and thin and he had hair that was so blond it was practically white. Just like mine. But I couldn't see him in my mind at all.

There were no pictures of him around our house. No nothing of him around our house. All I had left of him was a crumpled-up postcard with a monkey on it that he mailed from the San Diego Zoo when I was six. The note on the back read, "For my Sammy Bear. With love from the Monkey Man."

I didn't know for sure why my mom and dad got divorced. My mom told me a long time ago that it was because my dad was irresponsible and childish. But once when Grandma Sperling was visiting from Florida, she told me my mom and dad never had a good marriage. She said they got married really young and then when Sarah died, their whole marriage fell apart. She also said that the death of a child is the worst thing that can happen to a couple and that lots of people get divorced afterwards.

Angela and I moved to the sidewalk because now there was even more traffic and the road was pretty narrow. The sidewalk was even narrower, though.

I could sort of remember the day Sarah died. My mom would say I couldn't possibly remember that, but I did. It was a day a lot like today, really hot and sticky. My mom and dad and Sarah and I were going to go on a picnic. But I was sick, so I couldn't go. I also remembered Mom and Dad fighting that day. Fighting about me. Dad thought I was well enough to go on the picnic. But Mom said no. In the end, she stayed home with me while Dad and Sarah went to the old Clearwater quarry.

Dad took her out on the water in his canoe. I know he shouldn't have done that. You're not supposed to go swimming or boating in the quarry. But he did it anyway. And somehow the canoe tipped over and my dad and Sarah fell into the water. My dad tried to save her, but he couldn't.

I don't know what happened after that. I just know that one day my dad went away and he never came back.

Now my mom's getting married again. I can deal with that. Really, I can. The only problem is, they want Bob to adopt me. And I'm not sure I want him to.

What about my real dad? Doesn't he have to give permission or anything?

Mom says he doesn't because he's been gone so long. Nobody knows where he is. Mom says we can do whatever we want because he gave up parenting rights a long time ago.

Well, nobody ever asked me what I want. I want to find my dad. I want to know what he thinks about some other guy adopting me.

"You look pretty serious," Angela said, riding up beside me. We had turned onto McGregor, which was a quiet, tree-lined residential street, so we were back in the road. I hadn't even realized it.

"What are you thinking about?" Angela asked.

I shrugged. I wasn't much in the mood for talking.

"You still disappointed that that psychic couldn't help you find your father?" Angela pressed.

"Sort of."

"You know, Sam …" I could tell Angela was about to say something I wasn't going to like. "Maybe you should just forget about your dad and let Bob adopt you."

Let Bob adopt me? She had to be kidding!

"At least he's nice. And I bet he really wants to adopt you. He's not just doing it for your mom."

"But he's not my dad. And I don't want a piece of paper that says he is when he isn't. I've got a real dad out there somewhere."

"Real fathers are overrated, Sam," Angela said. "Look at mine."

Angela's dad wouldn't win any Father of the Year awards, but at least he was part of her life. Sort of. He sent birthday and Christmas gifts. She and her older brother even visited him in Minnesota sometimes. Well, okay, they hadn't visited in a while. But that was because Mr. Hunter and his wife had a baby last year.

"At least you know your dad," I said.

"Father," Angela corrected. "Not dad. And yeah, I know him." Her bike wobbled a little when she said that. "I know he ran off with some other woman, got married, and had another kid who is tons more important to him than Andrew and I are. He's a selfish jerk. That's what I know about him."


Excerpted from Do You Know the Monkey Man? by Dori Hillestad Butler. Copyright © 2005 Dori Hillestad Butler. Excerpted by permission of Peachtree.
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Meet the Author

Dori Hillestad Butler is the Edgar Award–winning author of numerous works of fiction and nonfiction for young readers, including the Buddy Files juvenile mystery series. She has also published stories for children in magazines such as Highlights for ChildrenCricketSpiderChildren’s Digest, and Child Life. Butler is the children’s book review columnist for the Cedar Rapids Gazette. She lives in Iowa.
Dori Hillestad Butler is owned by a big black dog named Mouse. He’s a registered therapy dog who enjoys reading with children in Coralville, Iowa, where he lives with Dori and her family. To learn more about Dori, her dog, and her other books for children, visit her website: www.kidswriter.com.

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Do You Know the Monkey Man? 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read this book twice. It is outstanding. I LOVE a mystery and this is exactly the mysteries I enjoy. Sam has a twin who think is dead but a woman tells her that her twin is alive and she sets out looking for the twin! This is great from start to end.
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MaeMae16 More than 1 year ago
ima 13 year old girl and n 8th grade im not hte type to read but my friend start tellin me about this book nd i liked it so i read it i love it and id recomeend it to anyone. as u can tell if u read this book if u want somthing bad enough u will get it and thats what sam did and im very proud i dont know that i would be able to sneak behind my mothers back but at the same time my parents are still together so i see her side and if i wanted to know my bialogical dad that bad id try to do it but knowing my luck i wouldnt get too far. when i finished this book i didnt want it to end, this author did a very good job on this story. and now that my friend go me reading im trying to get others to read this book! is my top favorite((:
Littshorty14 More than 1 year ago
THIS AS THE BEST BOOK EVER... I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT SAM WOULD GO THROUGH THAT MUCH 2 FIND HER FATHER... I WOULD BE PRETTY SCARED. wELL AND PROUD OF MY SELF. I am only halfway through the book wher Sam met the Physiscan who is telling her sister is still alive.. In the book it says that her sister died when Sam(samantha)was only 3. and when her sister drowned.....thats is only that part i am on.. so.. i cannot tell u bout' the whole book. But it is amazing book.. I got the book of my school book order in the missing persond pack. one was Missing by MacPhail SAnd do you know the monkey man. I like the book so far! And i MIGHT think that you will also like the graveyard book by neil gaiman. This is pretty thrilling also. Hope you enjoy it!
Sam_Sarah More than 1 year ago
I loved this book! In the book, 13 year old Sam is going through a rough patch. Her mother, who hasn't been married since Sam was four, is getting remarried. If that isn't hard enough, Sam's at the age where she's Begin to really want to know: What happened to her dad who left years ago? And after a trip to a physic, she is told her sister is not dead. But who should Sam believe? Her mother or some weird lady. When Sam finds some pieces from her mom's (and Sam's) past, Sam is determined to find her dad no matter what it takes. He deserves her some explanation. Sam's journey is suspenseful and makes you want to read more and more with each page! You'll have it finished in a day!

This book teaches a lesson in following your heart and opening a door, no one else has dared to open!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
You would stay up and read it all night long!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book...i have not much else to say. It is the most amazing and outstanding book i have ever read. You should read it and I promise you it will not let you down. It is a wonderful book and I hope it wins many awards.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book does have some suspensful events and is a pretty good book. The details in this book are great and the story line is good too. Reading the begging was a little boring but the middle was filled with excitment. If you want a REALLY GOOD ENDING don't read this book. If you want an ending go ahead and read it i just wouldn't reckomend it to have and exciting and a good ending.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the best book I've read since The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls.It was so full of mystery and action through the whole thing I stayed up till midnight reading.It takes you on an adventure.A very realistic adventure so much that you feel like your in the story. I wish they would make a movie for it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was so intresting. I would reccommend it to anyone. I just kept on reading until my head started to hurt
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is awesome I read it in one day!! I loved the turn paging drama!!! You will love it too make sure you read it .
Guest More than 1 year ago
Do You Know the Monkey Man so so great, it's sad, touching, and whatever else. Sam and T.J. are so different.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is very touching and is wonderful to read. You will love this book...