Owen slept peacefully on the top, but Adam couldn’t sleep. He was wrestling with his conscience. He had known looking after Chantel in England would be a pain, but now things were really awful. It’s not her fault, suggested the voice of his conscience, but Adam knew it was. If Chantel hadn’t whined to be in–cluded, if his mother hadn’t been on her side, then Chantel wouldn’t have come to England and fallen! Now instead of Owen and him having fun together, they were making stupid trips to the hospital. “It’s not fair,” Adam said out loud as he thumped his pillow angrily into another shape. “She spoils everything.” He slammed his head on the pillow. He was sick of his mom and dad dumping Chantel on him. They were always fight–ing and wanting her out of the way. Then when things went wrong they blamed him. It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t Chantel’s parent. He was a ten-year-old kid. A surge of anger washed over him. He was angry with his parents and their secret discussions about a “trial separation.”
What do You think about White Horse Talisman (2002)?
