Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           "Oh,Isay,Idon’treallyfeelconfidentenoughtogetbehindthewheel.Notquiteyet."

           Kathylaughed."He’sinhisBritishmood,"shetoldBev."Oh,Idosay,really."

           Heglaredatthetwoofthemwithahaughtylook,andKathywasannoyed.Shedidn’twantBevtothinkherbrotherwasaphony.

           "C’mon,"Kathyinsisted."Youcan’tclownyourwayoutofkeepingyourpromise.Twoyearswithoutdrivingisn’tthatlong.It’llcomebacktoyou.Ifyou’reafraidtodrive,Iwill."

           "Orwecantakemycar,"Bevsuggested.

           "I’lldrive,"hesaidfinally,andsteppedaroundtothepassengersideoftheVW,holdingthedooropenforthem.

           "Atleast,"Kathysaid,"youdidn’tforgetyourmannersinprison."

           KathygotinbackandBevslippedintothefront.Billywalkedaround,gotbehindthewheelandstartedthecar.Heletouttheclutchtooquickly;theVWlurchedforwardandpulledoutontothewrongsideofthestreet.

           "MaybeIshoulddrive,"Kathysaid.

           Hesaidnothing,buthunchedoverthewheelashepulledbacktotherightanddroveveryslowly.Afterseveralminutesofdrivinginsilence,hepulledintoaservicestation.

           "IdobelieveIneedsomepetrol,"hesaidtotheattendant.

           "Isheallright?"Bevwhispered.

           "He’llbeokay,"Kathysaid."Hegetsthiswayeverysooften.