Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Allenwokeup,wonderinghowhehadgottenoutofthecloset.Hefelthishead.Justaslightbump.Well,whatthehell,hemightaswellpaintthatportraitofBilly’ssister,Kathy,thathe’dbeenplanning.Hestartedintothestudio,thenrealizedhe’dforgottentoeat.

           Backatthebar,hepouredhimselfaCokeandlookedforhissandwich.Hewassurehe’dleftitonthebar.Thenhesawitonthecounter.Thedamnedbaglookedcrumpled.Whatthehell?Thesandwichwasallmessy,withthealuminumfoilshreddedandtomandtomatosauceallovertheplace.WhatkindofStrombolisandwichwasthat?

           Hepickedupthephone,dialedGrillisand,yhenhegotthemanager,blastedhim."Ibuyasandwichandthisthingisallmangled.Lookslikeitsbeenputthroughablender."

           "I’msorry,sir.Ifyou’llbringitback,we’llmakeyouanotherone."

           "Nothanks.Ijustwantedyoutoknowyou’velostacustomer."

           Heslammeddownthephoneandstompedintothekitchentofryhimselfsomeeggs.Hesureashellwasn’tgoingtogiveGrillisanymoreofhisbusiness.,

           Twoweekslater,Tommytookadvantageofthemix-uptimeandcalledMarlene.Thereweresomethingsofhersintheapartment,hetoldher.Sheoughttocomeoverandgetthem.Shecamebyafterworkandtheysatandtalkedthroughtheevening.Shestarteddroppinginregularlyagain