Таинственная история Билли Миллигана
Chapter 17
I’mparticularlyinterestedinhematology,andifyou’djustgivemeachance,I’dappreciateit."
HecouldtellSteinbergwasn’treallytakeninbyhisfast-talking,sohesearchedforotherwaystoimpressthedoctor."Thosepaintingsarefascinating,"Allensaid,quicklyglancingatthewall."Ipreferoilstoacrylics,butwhoeverdidthosehasagoodeyefordetail."
HesawSteinberg’sexpressionchangetooneofinterest."Youpaint?"
"Allmylife.MedicineisthecareerI’vechosen,buteversinceIwasakid,peoplesaidIhadanaturaltalent.Maybesomedayyou’llletmepaintyourportrait.You’vegotastrongface."
"Icollectart,"Steinbergsaid."AndIpaintalittlemyself."
"I’vealwaysfeltartandmedicinecomplementedeachother."
"Eversellanyofyourpaintings?"
"Oh,quiteafew.Landscapes,stilllifes,portraits.IhopeI’llgetachancetopaintwhileI’mhere."
Steinbergtoyedwithhispen."Allright,Milligan.I"llgiveyouachancetoworkinthelab.Youcanstartbymoppingupthefloor,andwhenyou’redonewiththat,youcanstraightenuptheplace.You’llworkwithStormy,thedutynurse.He’llshowyoutheropes."
Arthurwasdelighted.Hedidn’tatallmindgettingupearlierthantheotherprisonerstodothebloodtests.
