Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Andshecringedwhensheheardthesneeringremarkagainandagain:"Theyworrymoreaboutthatrapistthantheydoabouthisvictims."Whenyouweretryingtohelpthementallydisordered,sheinsisted,youhadtoputasidefeelingsofvengeanceanddealwiththeindividual.

           Onemorning,RosaliewatchedasBillyMilligansatonthestepsoutsideWakefieldCottage,movinghislips,talkingtohimself.Achangecameoverhim.Helookedup,startled,shookhishead,touchedhischeek.

           Thenhenoticedabutterfly,reachedoutandcaughtit.Whenhepeekedbetweenhiscuppedpalms,hejumpedtohisfeetwithacry.Hemovedhisopenhands,sweepingthemupwardasiftohelpthebutterflytakeflightagain.Itfelltothegroundandlaythere.Helookedatitinanguish.

           AsRosalieapproachedhim,heturned,obviouslyfrightened,tearsinhiseyes.Shehadthefeeling,withoutknowingwhy,thatthiswassomeonedifferentfromtheothersshehadmetHepickedupthebutterfly."Itdon’tflyanymore."

           Shesmiledathimwarmly,wonderingifsheshouldriskcallinghimbyhisrightname.Finallyshewhispered^"Hello,Billy.I’vebeenwaitingforalongtimetomeetyou."

           Shesatbesidehimonthestepsashehuggedhiskneesandlookedinaweatthegrassandthetreesandthesky.Afewdayslater,inmini-group,ArthurallowedBillytotakethespotagainandworkwithclay.