Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           ThenDannyheardavoicesay,"Why’reyoucrying?"

           "Goawayanddon’tbotherme,"Dannysaid.

           "WherecanIgo?"

           Dannylookedaroundquicklyandsawthattherewasnooneelseintheroom."Whosaidthat?"

           "Isaidthat.MynamesDavid."

           "Whereareyou?"

           "Idon’tknow.IthinkI’mrightwhereyouare."

           Dannylookedunderthebed,inthecloset,butthespeakerwasnowheretobefound."Icanhearyourvoice,"hesaid,"butwhereareyou?"

           "I’mrighthere."

           "Well,Ican’tseeyou.Whereareyou?"

           "Closeyoureyes,"Davidsaid."Icanseeyounow."

           Theyspentlonghourstalkingprivatelyaboutthingsthathadhappenedinthepast,gettingacquaintedwitheachother,neverrealizingthatArthurwaslisteningallthewhile.

           Philipmetafourteen-year-oldblond-hairedpatientsolovelythateveryoneadmiredherbeauty.Shewouldwalkandtalkwithhim,tryingtoarousehimsexually,thoughhenevermadeapassather.Shewatchedhimsittingwithasketchpadatapicnictablenearthepond.Usuallytherewouldbenooneelsearound.–

           OnewarmdayearlyinJuneshesatbesidehimandlookedathisdrawingofaflower."Hey,that’sgood,Billy."

           "Ain’tnothin’."

           "You’rearealartist.