Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Wouldyouknowanythingaboutthat?"

           Insteadofansweringhim,Arthurseyesglazedandhislipsbegantomove.Slowly,imperceptibly,hewithdrew.Afterafewsecondstheyoungmanblinkedandlookedaroundhim."OhmyGod!Notagain!"

           "Hello,"Caulsaid."I’mDr.Caul.Wouldyoumindgivingmeyourname—fortherecord?"

           "Billy."

           "Isee.Well,hello,Billy.I’myourdoctor.Youweresenthereandplacedundermycare."

           Billyputhishandtohishead,stillslightlydazed."Iwascomingoutofthecourtroom.Iwentintothevan…"Helookedquicklyathiswristsandthenathisclothes.

           "Whatareyouremembering,Billy?"

           "Thecopputthehandcuffsonverytight.Andthenheshovedahotcontainerofcoffeeintomyhandsandslammedthevandoor.Whenhestartedup,Ispilledhotcoffeeallovermynewsuit.That’sthelastthingI—Where’smysuit?"

           "It’sinyourcloset,Billy.Wecansenditoutfordrycleaning.Thespotsshouldcomeout."

           "Ifeelverystrange,"hesaid.

           "Wouldyoutrytodescribeitforme?"

           "Likesomethingismissinginmyhead."

           "Amemory?"

           "No.It’slikebeforethetrialIwasmoretogetherwithalltheothers,youknow?Butnowit’slikethere’smorepiecesmissinguphere."Hetappedhishead.