Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Helookeddownthroughthebarsandsawthesketch—aRaggedyAnndollwithanoosearounditsneck,hanginginfrontofashatteredmirror.

           "Hey,why’reyoudrawingthat,Milligan?"

           "BecauseIamangry,"camethedeepSlavicaccent."Istimeforsomeonetodie."

           Theguard,hearingtheaccent,quicklyhitthealarmbutton.Ragenjuststudiedhiminmildamusement.

           "Now,justbackupslowthere,whoeveryouare,"theguardsaid."Leavethedrawingonthebunkandbackupagainstthewall."

           Ragenobeyedhim.Hesawtheotherguardsnowcrowdingaroundthebarsofthecell.Theyunlockedthedoor,quicklycamein,grabbedthedrawingandslammedthedoorshutagain.

           "Jesus,"saidoneoftheguards,"that’sasickpicture."

           "Callhisattorney,"someonesaid."He’scrackedupagain."

           WhenGaryandJudyarrived,theyweremetbyArthur,whoexplainedtothemthatBillyhadneverbeentotallyfused.

           "Heissufficientlyfused,however,togototrial,"Arthurassuredthem."Billynowunderstandsthenatureofthechargesagainsthim,andhecancooperateinhisowndefense.ButRagenandIhavestoodapart.Asyoucansee,thisisahostileplaceandRagenisdominant.ButifBillyisn’tmovedfromheretoahospital,Ican’tguaranteethathe’llstayevenpartiallyfused.