Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Shedrovehome,assumingitwasoverbetweenthem.

           Laterthatevening,AllenwenttoGrillisandorderedahot"Strombolihero"sandwich—Italiansausage,provolonecheeseandextratomatosauce—togo.Hewatchedthecountermanwrapit,steaminghot,inaluminumfoilandputitintoawhitepaperbag.

           Backattheapartment,hesetthepaperbagonthecounterandwenttothebedroomtochangehisclothes.Hefeltlikepaintingtonight.Hekickedhisshoesoffandwalkedintothecloset,bendingovertofindhisslippers.Ashestoodup,hebangedhisheadontheshelfandslumpeddown,angryanddazed.Theclosetdoorhadswungshutbehindhim.Hetriedtopushthedooropen,butitwasstuck."Oh,Christ!"hemutteredashejumpedupandhithisheadagain...

           Ragenopenedhiseyestofindhimselfholdinghisheadandsittingontheflooramidapileofshoes.Herose,kickedthedooropenandlookedaround.Hewasannoyed.Thesemix-uptimeswerebecomingmoreupsettingandconfusingeveryday.Atleasthehadgottenridofthatwoman.

           Hewanderedthroughtheapartment,tryingtosortthingsout.IfhecouldonlyreachArthur,perhapshecouldfindoutwhatwasgoingon.Well,whathedidneedwasadrink.Hewalkedintothekitchenandnoticedthewhitepaperbagonthecounter.Hedidn’trememberseeingittherebefore.Heglaredatthebagsuspiciouslyandpulledoutabottleofvodkafromunderthebar.