IN THESE EXCERPTS FROM KENSINGTON EQUATION, BOOK ONE OF THE EQUATION TRILOGY, YOU WILL MEET DOMINIQUE FONTAINE AND HER ARCH RIVAL, MADU BADAWI. THEN READ THE BOOK AND LIVE INSIDE THE ACTION WHEN THEIR DESTINIES COLLIDE 19 YEARS LATER.
Part One
Parallel Destinies
Chapter 1
Dominique Fontaine
Grasse, France, February 1979
9:30 AM
Sweet and clever eighteen-year-old Dominique Fontaine sat confidently writing answers to questions and solving complex mathematical equations on the last test on the last days of high school. Graduation was one week away. The teacher answered the emergency phone, listened for a minute while scribbling on a piece of paper and hung up. Fifteen minutes later, she announced that, time was up, and strolled over to Dominique and handed her a note.
YOUR BROTHER’S TEACHER WANTS YOU TO KNOW THAT SHE HAD TO CLOSE THE SCHOOL AT 9:30 AM BECAUSE THE RAIN WAS FLOODING THE ROOM. DANIEL IS WAITING FOR YOU IN THE SHELTER SHE SAID SHE TOLD HIM HIS NAME AND THAT HE HAD TO STAND FACING THE PHOTOS WITHOUT MOVING.
Dominique stared at the teacher’s neck and broke her pencil in half. Seventeen minutes was Daniel’s limit to be alone. Getting to him in two minutes was impossible. Fifteen would have stretched it. Everyone in Grasse knew of Daniel’s infliction, including the teacher with the broken neck.
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Chapter 2
Madu Badawi
Cairo, Egypt, August 1979
Madu Badawi despised his father, but if it were not for the seventh birthday gift, he would not have cherished his achievements. You are a bad boy, his father repeated during each evening meal. After punishment for the day’s misbehavior, Madu repeated his undesirable behavior the next day in front of his mother.
She too gave him a birthday gift the day he turned seven. Mother gave up scolding him as all attempts to cure his immunity to punishment had failed. That reward made him love his inner self more than he imagined was possible. When Madu was nine, his father succumbed to the pressures of constant discipline and no longer accompanied him to his seventh birthday gift: weekly psychotherapy sessions.
He hated his father for that, but grew attached to the therapist be-cause he explained the meanings of the behavior and the results that would face him in the future. He learned that fibbing, as he did with extensive details, often made it impossible for others to sort his lies from the truth. Cunningness and craftiness highlighted his knowledge of what benefited psychopaths. Madu had turned 18 the day his therapist dismissed him with a clean bill of health, telling his parents that their son understood the results of his behavior, and pasted a few more boilerplate closings on the final report, such as, ‘time will tell as he faces the need to know right from wrong’.