Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           "Notme."

           Shefrowned."Waitaminute.Ifyou’renotBilly,whoareyour^’

           "I’mDavid"

           "Well,where’sBilly?"

           "Billy’sasleep."

           "Asleepwhere?"

           Hepointedtohischest."Inhere.He’sasleep."

           DorothyTurnersighedandbracedherself,noddingpatiently."IhavetotalktoBilly."

           "Well,Arthurwon’tletyou.Billy’sasleep.Arthurwon’twakehimup,’causeifhedoes,Billy’llkillhimself."

           Shestudiedtheyoungmanforalongtime,notsurehowtoproceed.Hisvoice,hisexpressionashespoke,werechildlike.‘Now,waitaminute.Iwantyoutoexplainthistome."

           "Ican’t.Imadeamistake.Iwasn’tevensupposedtotell.""Whynot?"

           "I’llgetintotroublewiththeothers."Therewaspanicintheyoungvoice.

           "Andyournameis‘David’?"

           Henodded.

           "Whoaretheothers?"

           "Ican’ttellyou."

           Shetappedthetablegently."Well,David,you’vegottotellmeaboutthesethingssoIcanhelpyou."

           "Ican’t,"hesaid."They’llgetrealmadatmeandtheywon’tletmeonthespotanymore."

           "Well,you’vegottotellsomebody.