Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           "Ididn’tletyougethurt,didI,Billy?"

           Dannyshookhishead.

           "You’vegottolearnthattherearesomepeopleyoucantrust.Noteveryone,ofcourse,butsome."

           Rosalienoticedthatmoreandmoreinherpresence,heassumedthelittle-boyroleshehadcometoknowasDanny.Itupsetherthatsomanyofhisdrawingscontaineddeathimages.ThefollowingTuesday,Allenwaspermittedtogoforthefirsttimetotheadjunctivetherapybuildingtoattendexpressive-artclass,wherehewouldbeabletosketchandpaint.

           DonJones,themild-manneredarttherapist,wasimpressedbyMilligan’snaturaltalent,butJonescouldseehewasanxiousandrestiveaboutbeinginthenewgroup.Thebizarredrawings,herealized,wereBilly’swayofattractingattentionandseekingapproval.

           Jonespointedtoasketchofatombstoneengravedwiththewords"donotr.i.p."

           "Couldyoutellussomethingaboutthat,Billy?Whatwereyourfeelingswhenyoudrewthat?"

           "ItsBilly’srealfather,"Allensaid."HewasacomedianandamasterofceremoniesinMiami,Florida,beforehekilledhimself."

           "Whydon’tyoutelluswhatyoufelt?Wewanttogetintouchwithfeelingsratherthandetailsatthispoint,Billy."AllenthrewdownhispencilindisgustatstillhavingBillygetcreditforhisartwork,andlookedupattheclock."I’vegottogetbacktotheunittomakemybed.