Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           "YouknowwhatI’dliketodosomeday?"Billysaidwhentheyreachedtheroadwaybetweenthepondandthehillside."I’dliketostretchacanvasacrosstheroadbetweenthosetwoelmtrees,highupsocarscouldpassunderit.I’dpaintitsoitlookedlikethemountainwithshrubsandtreesandatunnelrightinthemiddle."

           "Billy,yougotsomestrangeideas."

           "Iknow,"Billysaid,"butI’dliketodoit."

           Bevfoundhermoneydwindlingawayonfoodandrepairsforthecyclesandcars.(BillyhadboughtanoldFordGalaxy.)ShebegantohintthatSteveandBillyshouldstartlookingforjobs.TheyappliedatseveralfactoriesaroundLancaster,andbythethirdweekinMay,Billywasabletofast-talkthepeopleatReicholdChemicalintojobsforbothofthem.

           Itwasheavywork.Asthestringsoffiberglasscameoutofthevatandwererolledintowidemats,theirjobwastocutthematswhentherollreachedacertainsize.Thentheywouldliftthehundred-poundroll,placeitonthecartandbeginthenewroll.

           Ontheirwayhomeonenight,Billystoppedtopickupahitch-hikerwhocarriedaninstamaticcamerahangingaroundhisneck.

           Drivingtowardtown,Billyofferedtotradetheyoungmanthreehitsofspeedforthecamera.StevesawBillydigintohispocketandcomeupwiththreewhitetabletswrappedinaplasticbag.

           "Idon’tdospeed,"thehitch-hikersaid.