Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Onemorningwhenthebloodworkwasdone,Arthur,thinkingabouttheincidenceofsickle-cellanemiaamongblackinmates,leftthespot.Lee,findinghimselfwithnothingtodo,decidedonsomemischief.Heopenedajarofonion-oilextract,dippedaswabintoitandlinedtheeyepiecerimsofthemicroscope.

           "Hey,Stormy,"hesaid,handingthemedicaslide,"Dr.Steinbergwantsthiswhite-blood-cellcountquick.You’dbettercheckthisunderthemicroscope."

           Stormyplacedtheslideonthemicroscopestageandfocused.Suddenlyhisheadsnappedup,eyesfillingwithtears.

           "What’sthematter?"Leeaskedinnocently."Isitthatsad?"

           UnabletocontrolhimselfStormyroared,laughingthroughhistears."Goddamnsonofabitch.You’rearealfunnymotherfucker,ain’tyou?"Hewenttothesinkandwashedhiseyes.

           Ashortwhilelater,Leewatchedaprisoner’comeinandgiveStormyfivebucks.StormytookFlask11-Coffacrowdedshelfpulledthecorkandhandedittotheman,whotookadeepswig.

           "What’sthat?"Leeaskedwhentheprisonerhadleft.

           "Whitelightning.Makeitmyself.Igetfivebucksahit.IfI’mevernotaroundwhenacustomercomesin,youcanhandlethebusinessformeandI’llcutyouinforabuck."Leesaidhe’dbehappytooblige.

           "Look,"Stormywenton,"Dr.Steinbergwantsthatfirst-aidcabinetstraightenedout.