Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           "Martin"openedhiseyes,surprisedtofindhimselfwithasandwedgeinhishand,addressingtheballfromabunker.Hehititoutandfinishedthehole.Notknowinghowmanystrokesithadtakenhimtodotheparfourhole,hescoreditasabirdiethree.

           Martinwasannoyedwhenhesawhowcrowdedthenextteewas,andhecomplainedloudlythatslowplaywasruiningthegameforbetterplayerslikehimself."I’mfromNewYork,"hesaidtoamiddle-agedmanwithagroupoffouraheadofhim,"andI’musedtoprivateclubsthataremuchmoreexclusivethanthisandparticularabouttheclassofpeopletheyallowtoplay."

           Whenthemanlookedflustered,Martinsteppedforward."Youdon’tmindifIplaythrough,doyou?"Andwithoutwaitingforananswer,hesteppedup,teedoff,puthisballintherightroughandzoomedaheadinhisgolfcart.

           Heplayedthroughthenextthreesomeaswell,butthenhithisballintoawaterhazard.Heparkedthegolfcartnearthepondtoseeifhecouldretrieveit.Unabletofindit,hehitasecondballacrossthepondandreturnedtothecart,buthecrackedhiskneeagainstthesideashejumpedin.

           Davidcametotakethepain,wonderingwherehewasandwhyhewasinthislittlecar.Whenthepainsubsided,Davidsatthereplayingwiththesteeringwheel,makingenginenoiseswithhismouthandkickingthefootpedals.Thebrakereleasedandthecartrolleddown,sinkingthefrontwheelsintothepond.