Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Henoticedthatitwasn’thishandwriting—similar,butasifithadbeenwrittenveryquickly.He’doftenfoundpapersinhispossessionandjustassumedtheywerehis.Butheknewtherewasnowayintheworldsomeoneasbadashewasinmathcouldhavedonethoseproblems.Hepeekedoveratthedesknexttohisandsawagirlworkingonthesametest.Heshrugged,pickedupapencilandwrote"BillMilligan"atthetop.Hehadnointentionofcheckingit.Howcouldhedoublechecktheanswersifhedidn’tknowhowtoworktheproblems?

           "Areyoufinishedalready?"

           Helookedupandsawtheteacherstandingoverhim.

           "Yeah."

           "Youmeanyoudidn’tcheckyouranswers?"

           "Nope."

           "Doyouhavethatmuchconfidenceyou’regoingtopassthistest?"

           "Idunno,"Billysaid."Onlywaytofindoutistogradeit."

           Shetookthetestpaperuptoherdesk,andafewsecondslaterhesawthefrownonherface.Shewalkedbacktohisseat."Letmeseeyourbook,Billy."

           Hehandedittoherandsheleafedthroughit.

           "Letmeseeyourhands."

           Heshowedherhishands.Thensheaskedtoseehisshirtcuffsandthecontentsofhispocketsandtheinsideofhisdesk.

           "Well,"shesaidfinally,"Idon’tunderstand.