Chapter 6
No such luck. We managed to get through supper, but within an hour were trapped inside the tent, with rain pounding down upon it like a thousand hammers. It wasn’t just about the sound. In the light provided by Patrick’s battery-operated lantern, I could see the woven polyester nylon above us dimple with every heavy drop.
“I love the rain,” he said.
“Depends on the intensity.” I jumped when a clap of thunder echoed in the hills all around us. Wilbur was nervous as well. I felt awful about that, wondering if he might have been better off at home. Even Jefferson’s aura couldn’t calm me.
“What can I do?” Patrick asked.
“I don’t know. I’m a baby, I guess.”
“Nah. Come on.”
“It’s a fist to the side of the head every time.”
Patrick reached for my hand. “Tell me.”
“Tom. My ex,”
