Chapter 18
‘The Bunya Mountains are a national park,’ said Dan. ‘No dogs allowed.’
Clare held her breath. Jack usually panicked at being separated from Samson. This time he just hugged the dog goodbye and climbed in the car.
‘He finally trusts that Samson will be here when he gets back,’ said Dan.
During the journey Jack sat calmly in his seat and stared out the window. No head banging, no screaming, no hitting himself.
‘Look Jacky,’ said Dan. ‘Kangaroos.’ Sure enough a mob of forester kangaroos bounded from the roadside scrub, keeping pace with the car.
‘Kang-a-roos,’ said Clare, slowly and deliberately. ‘Now you say it.’
‘Kang-a-roos, kang-a-roos, kang-a-roos,’ Jack chanted.
Clare was at once thrilled and exasperated. ‘Why does he only talk when no one’s watching? It’s like havin
