Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Hehadtothinkaboutwhathe’dheardandseen.ThenextdayhewouldwritehisopinionforJudgeFlowers.

           RussHill,themedicwhohadbroughtTommybackupstairs,hadnoideawhatwaswrongwithMilligan.Allheknewwas

           thattherewerealotofdoctorsandlawyerscomingandgoingtoseethispatient,andthathewasaverychangeableyoungmanwhocoulddrawgoodpictures.AfewdaysafterthebigSundaymeeting,hepassedbythecellandsawMilligandrawing.Hepeekedthroughthebarsandsawaverychildishlinedrawingwithsomewordsprintedonit.

           Aguardcameupandstartedtolaugh."Hell,mytwo-year-olddrawsbetter’nthatgoddamnrapist."

           "Leavehimalone,"saidHill.

           Theguardhadaglassofwaterinhishand,andheflungitthroughthebars,wettingthedrawing.

           "What’dyoudothatfor?"Hillsaid."Whatthehelliswrongwithyou?"

           ButtheguardwhohadthrownthewaterdrewawayfromthebarswhenhesawtheexpressiononMilligansface.Theragewasunmistakable.Heseemedtobelookingaroundforsomethingtothrow.Suddenly,theprisonergrabbedthetoiletbowl,rippeditoutofthewallandthrewitagainstthebars,shatteringtheporcelain.

           Theguardstumbledbackandrantohitthealarmbutton.

           "Jesus,Milligan!"Hillsaid.

           "HethrewvateronChristenesdrawing.Isnotrighttodestroythevorkofchildren.