Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           "Killingadumbcrowandthinkinghe’sabig-gamehunter—whatastupidtwerp!"

           DrivingbacktoLancasteratnight,Allenfeltgroggy.HeputdownthequartbottleofPepsihe’dbeensipping,andashislightsilluminatedtheroadside-restsign,hedecidedhe’dbetterpulloffforawhile.Heparkednearthemensroom,shookhisheadandclosedhiseyes...

           Dannylookedup,wonderingwhathewasdoingbehindthe‘wheel.RememberingArthursinstructions,heslidovertothepassengerssidetowaitforsomeonetocomeanddrive.Thenherealizedhewasatthebathroomstophe’dusedlotsoftimes.Henoticedtwoothercarswithpeopleinthem.Onewasaladywithafloppyhat.Theotheronehadamaninit.Theywerejustsittingthere.Maybetheyhadchangedtheirspots,too,andwerewaitingforsomeonetocometodrivethemhome.

           Hereallywishedsomeonewouldcome.Hewastiredandhehadtogotothebathroom.Whenhegotoutofthecarandwalkedtothemensroom,henoticedtheladygettingoutofhercar.

           Dannystoodatthelowurinalforlittleboys,unzippedhisflyandshiveredinthecoldDecemberair.Heheardthefootstepsandthecreakofthedoorhinge.Theladycamein.Thatsurprisedhim,andheblushedandturnedawaysoshewouldn’tseehimpeeing.

           "Hey,sweetheart,"theladysaid,"areyougay?"

           Itwasn’talady’svoice.