Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           "Goddamn!JesusChrist!Holyhell!"

           HestartedtopackArthur’sclothestocheckout,andthenhestopped."Thehellwithit.It’llservehimright."Helefttheluggageandclothes.

           Hetookthepassport,walkedoutofthehotelwithoutpayingandhailedacab."Takemetotheinternationalairport."

           "HeathroworGatwick?"

           Herummagedthroughthepassportandlookedattheonewayticket."Heathrow,"hesaid.

           Allthewaythere,heworkedouthowhewasgoingtohandleit.Seventy-fivedollarswouldn’tgethimveryfar,butifheusedhiswitsandputupagoodfront,therehadtobeawaytogetonaplanebackhome.Attheairporthepaidthedriverandranintotheterminal.

           "JesusChrist!"heshouted."Idon’tknowwhathappened!Igotofftheplaneatthewrongtime!Iwasdrugged.Ileftmyticket,myluggage,everythingontheplane.NobodytoldmeIwasn’tsupposedtogetoff.Theremust’vebeensomethinginmyfoodordrink.Ifellasleep,andwhenIwokeup,Igotouttostretchmylegs.NobodytoldmeIwasn’tsupposedtogetofftheplane.Mytickets,mytraveler’schecks,everything’sgone."

           Aguardtriedtocalmhimdownandledhimtothepassport-controloffice.

           "Igotofftheplaneatthewrongtime!"heshouted."Iwascomingover.IwassupposedtogotoParis.ButIgotofftheplaneatthewrongtime.I’vebeenwanderingdazed.