Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           WhenIcamehome&sawthetypeclothingshewasbuying—Mannishlookingshirts—theseveresuits—certaintypetoreadorpantsthatseemstobeasignalbetweenthesetypewomen—WellIblewmytop.Fromthenonitwasalivinghell—

           Hercontinueddrinkingputherbackintothehospitalforahemroidoperation&inviewofthefactthatherliverthatbythistimewasbeyondrepairtheycouldn’toperate—shewasthereforweeks—Itraveled150milesanightsoIcouldbewithherduringdayvisitinghours,paintingthehomeetc—shewasplanningeventhentobreakupourhomesoshecouldbewithhernewtypeoflife.Thedayofheroperationwhenshestartedtocomeoutofit,stillundertheanesthetic,shethoughtIwassomebodyelse.Heradmissionsweresickening,itwaslikeadegenerationofanunknownclass—Itriedtostopherbytellingheritwasme(shewasinaward)butagainitdidn’tquitepenetrate,andshestartedboastinghowsheplayedmefora"sucker"alltheseyears—Inevermentionedthistoherbecauseofthechildren,andIbeggedthe***

           Well,whenshestartedtogetbetter,Imentionedthemarriageagainandshesaidshehadtalkedtoapriestandsheclaimedhesaid"youdon’thavetoworryaboutthat."Theyare"ChildrenofGod"—thistomedoesnotsoundplausible,butasIhaveaforementionedshewantstobuildthisintoa"gimmick.