Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Hesawthebrokenjaronthefloorandstaredatit.Whatwasit?Whywasitbroken?Whywashehere?

           Aprettyladycamein,glaredathimandmovedhermouth,butheheardnosounds.Sheshookhimhard,againandagain,andjabbedherforefingerintohischest,herfacered,hermouthstillmoving.Hehadnoideawhyshewasangrywithhim.Shedraggedhimtoaroom,pushedhiminandclosedthedoor.Hesatthereinthedeadsilence,wonderingwhatwasgoingtohappennext.Thenhewenttosleep.

           WhenBillyopenedhiseyes,hecringed,expectingtobehitforbreakingthecookiejar,buttheblowsdidn’tcome.Howhadhegottenbackintohisroom?Well,hewasgettingusedtobeingsomewhere,thenclosinghiseyesandopeningthemtofindhimselfsomewhereelseatadifferenttime.Hesupposeditwasthatwaywitheveryone.Uptonow,hewouldfindhimselfinasituationwherehewouldbecalledaliarandpunishedforsomethinghehadn’tdone.Thiswasthefirsttimehehaddonesomethingandwakedtofindnothinghadhappenedtohim.Hewonderedwhenhismomwasgoingtopunishhimforthebrokencookiejar.Itmadehimnervous,andhespenttherestofthedayaloneinhisroom.HewishedJimbowouldcomehomefromschool,orthathecouldseethelittledark-hairedboywhousedtoplaywithhissoldiersandtrucks.Billysqueezedhiseyesclosed,hopingthelittleboywouldbethere.Butnothing.

           Thestrangethingwas,heneverfeltlonelyanymore.