Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Ashort,chubbynursesteppedthroughthedoorway.Shehadanolivecomplexionandhighcheekbonesandworeherblackhairbraidedinalongponytaildownherback.AsshewalkedtowardawhiteDatsun,hehadtheoddimpressionthatherecognizedher.Someone—Allen,hethought—hadseenheralongtimeagoinastudenthangoutcalledtheCastle.

           Ragenturnedaway,butbeforehecouldleave,Adalanawishedhimoffthespot...

           DonnaWestfeltexhaustedafterhereleven-to-sevenshiftattheuniversitypsychaitrichospital.Shehadtoldherfianceshewouldcallhimfromthehospitaltomeethimforbreakfast,butshe’dworkedlatethismorningafteraterriblenight,andallshewantedwastogetoutofthere.She’dcallSidneywhenshegotbacktoherapartment.Asshewalkedtowardtheparkinglot,afriendpassed,wavedandshoutedhello.Donnaheadedforhercar,alwayscarefullyparkedinthefirstrowfacingUphamHall.

           "Hey,waitaminute!"someoneyelled.

           Shelookeduptoseeayoungmaninjeansandawind-breakerwavingtoherfromtheothersideofthelot.Handsome,shethought,likesomeactorwhosenameshecouldn’trecall.Heworebrown-tintedsunglasses.Shewaitedashecameoverandaskeddirectionstothemainparkinglot.

           "Listen,it’shardtoexplain,"Donnasaid."I’mgoingaroundthatway.Whydon’tyougetinandI’lldriveyouaround?"Hesatonthepassengersside.