Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Heseemedfrightenedoftheofficer,asifhedidn’tknowhim,andranquicklytothetabletositbeside1DorothyTurner.Hewouldn’tspeakuntilWillisleft.Hekeptrubbinghiswrists.

           Turnersaid,"WouldyoutellJudyStevensonwhoyouare?"1Hesankbackinthechairandshookhishead,looking,towardthedoorasiftomakesuretheofficerwasgone.

           "Judy,"Turnersaidfinally,"thisisDanny.I’vecometoknowhimquitewell."

           "Hi,Danny."Stevensontriedtohideherbewildermentatthedifferentvoiceandfacialexpression.

           HelookedupatTurnerandwhispered,"See?She’slookingatmelikeshethinksI’mcrazy."

           "Idon’t,"Judysaid."It’sjustthatI’mconfused.Thisisaveryunusualsituation.Howoldareyou,Danny?"

           Herubbedhiswristsasifhe’djustbeenuntiedandwastryingtorestorethecirculation.Buthedidn’tanswer.

           "Dannyisfourteen,"Turnersaid."He’safineartist."

           "Whatkindofpaintingsdoyoudo?"Stevensonasked.

           "Stilllifesmostly,"Dannysaid.

           "Didyoualsopaintsomeofthoselandscapesthepolicefoundinyourapartment?"

           "Idon’tpaintlandscapes.Idon’tliketheground."

           "Whyisthat?"

           "Ican’ttellorhe’llkillme.