Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           IfanythinginthestateofOhioisgoingtostirupanoutcryfornewlegislationonthecontrolsoverthecriminallyinsane,Milligangoingoutonfurloughtwoweeksaftercommitmentwillsureashelldoit."

           AsCaulhadexpected,therequestwasdenied.

           AshepushedopentheheavymetaldoorandwalkedtoBilly’sroom,thewriternoticedthatAITwasnearlydeserted.HeknockedonBilly’sdoor.

           "Justasecond,"cameasleepyvoice.

           Whenthedooropened,thewritersawthatBillylookedasifhe’djustgottenoutofbed.Heseemedconfusedashelookedatadigitalwatchonhiswrist."Idon’trememberthis,"hesaid.

           Hewenttohisdeskandglancedatapaper.Thenheshowedittothewriter.Itwasahospitalcommissaryreceiptfortwenty-sixdollars.

           "Idon’trememberbuyingit,"hesaid."Somebodyisspendingmymoney—moneyI’vebeenmakingfromsellingmypaintings.Idon’tthinkthat’sright."

           "Maybethecommissarywilltakeitback,"thewritersuggested.

           Billyexaminedit."IguessI’llkeepit.Ineedawatchnow.It’snotaverygoodone,but—I’llsee."

           "Ifyoudidn’tbuyit,whodoyouthinkdid?"

           Heglancedaround,bluish-grayeyesscanningtheroomasiftoseewhetheranyoneelsewasthere."I’vebeenhearingstrangenames."

           "Likewhat?"

           "‘Kevin.