Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           "Bytheway,"hesaid,shockingheroutofherthoughts,"mynameisPhil."

           Shelookedstraightahead,notturningtoseehisface.

           Heshoutedather:"7saidmynameisPhil!"

           Sheshookherhead."Idon’treallycarewhatyournameis.Idon’tthinkIwanttoknowit."

           Hetoldhertogetoutofthecar.Then,ashesearchedherpockets,hesaid,"Asanurse,Ibetyoucouldgetalottaspeed."

           Shedidn’tanswer.

           "Getintothebackofthecar,"heordered.

           Donnabegantotalkquicklyasshegotintotherear,hopingshecoulddistracthimbyconversation."Doyoulikeart?"sheasked."Ireallylikeart.I’mapart-timepotter.Iworkwithclay."Shetalkedonandonhysterically,butheseemednottohearwhatshewassaying.

           Hemadeherpulldownherwhitepantyhose,andshewasalmostgratefulhedidn’tmakeitevenmorehumiliatingbyforcinghertodisrobecompletely.

           "Idon’thaveanydiseases,"hesaidasheunzippedhisfly.

           ItstunnedDonnathathewouldsaysuchathing.Shefeltlikescreamingathim:Ihavediseases.Ihaveallkindsofdiseases.Butbynowshefelthewasmentallyill,andshewasafraidofagitatinghimfurther.Well,diseaseswerethelastthingonhermindrightnow.Shejustwantedthisoveranddonewith.