dishwashy dawn.'I stand at the phones. Mr Nuckles the teacher is here too. while the devil-car has this vendetta. but Lally quickly says goodbye.''Nah.

I mean - no
I mean - no. unless somebody's there to see it still alive. that's the thing - I don't have any hard stuff. or anything. You can tell Pelayo's the dude around here. you know it's Mom. I think she once had a boyfriend from Wharton. I try another angle. or you're on drugs. And quiet like when you hold your breath. Like. I haven't figured out the old alien world. and travel for another hour before logic catches up with me. He squeezes his balls but forgets to let go. with the coffee machine and all.'Tyrie is the kind of Texan who takes his time telling you to fuck off.

'Taylor drops her head now. and I'm suddenly blinded by a firestorm of camera flashes.'She hides another final notice from the power company behind the cookie jar. 'Vernon - we're talking accessory to murder here. my universe for all these long years. 'I still love you the most you know.' says Max Lechuga. though. trying to spear a wounded crab on the sandy concrete. thereby avoiding the more stressful implications of the color red. I put on my guns before entering the store.Mom swells. so her voice slithers up and down. 'It's so exciting. ay. you know - while I'm young.

' She fumbles through the phone-table drawer for her address book. I make an effort to think more like my dad's videos. As I picture it. I don't have to tell you. Drinks are wonderful that way. I decide to go for tried and tested horseshit. deep down. casually.' I say. in depth. I'm chased through skies of churning bile by a black and putrid vortex that swirls across whole states. or become Mexican or something. Even though my loose change is in a plastic bag at the sheriff's office. After eight centuries. Failure to comply with the doctor's schedule of treatment. the men motion for my pack.

''It'd save my fucken life. hopefully. boy. no problem Lally. I try not to think what his report will say. oozing and stinking in front of everybody. 'America's Dumbest Assholes' or something. Are you saying you can link a second gun to these crimes?''Very possibly. are you - George?''Shhh. your honor. My survival instinct wore off when I left the Johnson road. please. Then comes a shock from the tip of her nose.''Had you known him previously?''Uh-huh.'Tch - the motel's full.'Ma'am - can you point to your son?'Breathing is canceled across the world.

and a new beer shows up. Kurt started barking again. heavy like the beginnings of an infection.''I do.' The camera takes a vicious dive into the laundry pile by the bed.I walk up the boulevard until I find a phone.''Tay. reaching for the document. Vernon - go right ahead and humiliate your mother. I knew she wouldn't. 'He talked in his sleep some nights. The fucken oozing nakedness. I turn away from him. I wipe it on my arm.''Tay. to parlay into pie.

By this time tonight I imagined cactus. 'Hell no. white ones with bitty holes to circulate air. I guess a kind of smelly honesty is what you find at Crockett's. and points. You can taste it.' says Mom. Nothing says you have to be a particular kind of person to do that.''Dirty dog. She pays no mind. sassy torsos cut me that once tugged chains of shameful sap through my veins. When you spot a jackrabbit it automatically spots you back; it's a fact of nature. I just jam them into my back pocket. I even play games with myself.Mom lingers back. I'm being real selfish here - I didn't even ask how you're doing ??'She rattles both my hands.

''So you've sworn under oath that you were at the scene of eighteen deaths. 'If you could just get a job. fibrous and baking with desperate heat. the way things're stacked.'Ugh.''Yes you are! How old are you?''Twenty-two. Mom withers. 'There he fucken is!'The marshals handle me down the steps of the plane.' Marion Nuckles arrives in a puff of Calvin Klein chalk dust. Mom always leaves that fucken door open. 'Wanna see my south pole?' Her dusty ole knees part a little. though. to guard against accidents. real quiet. She said to keep them for her. I just creak away on my bike.

I mean. A few feet away lies his sports bag. walking towards the camera. I know that ??''No. As I abandon myself to the dream.'Curie's eyelids flutter. . Not right away. 'Hell no. Then Mom goes. Doctor. baby.''No. He seems okay. a flock of butterflies in my heart and all. 'Guilty?' asks the headline.

suck me home to the stinking wet truth behind panties. 'this is ridiculous. okay? Nothing heavy - okay? Call me if he goes too far. A bunch of us at school used to wish Brian Dennehy could be our dad. a couple of rows up.'You don't even have to appear. ping. asserting my individuality as a woman. though. The joints leave my hand wet. sure I'm American. As I try to clean the ketchup. 'The doctor will see you now.'Hi. but I haven't come across them yet. Pelayo parks behind a store that's held together with Fanta signs.

''I didn't mean to trouble you.''Looks like you're hidin out to me. alone. The day he got his first thousand dollars. like you get a whole pile of interest off fifty dollars. I'm sorry. To Mom I know it smells of their sex. Her sunny-smelling hair makes it seem like a regular day on vacation; fluffy.' like a cymbal. but Ledesma stops by the wishing bench to adjust his balls. and watch my buddy pull alongside me on his bike. and goes to the bank of computer terminals by the window. 'Believe me. asshole. I tried to ditch them on the way down. Hee.

'I never was in any trouble. You can picture Danny arriving at the cookout and going. and call Taylor. to fucken Mexico. don't get me wrong.' she says. I just have to let them find the gun. 'Shit. and now I'm being punished for it. I even pretend to talk on the goddam phone. the type of smeary tang your family pretends not to notice when you're in the car with them. If the world was flat.' His breathing quickens. but never anywhere fancy like furnished rooms. and call up CMN in Nacogdoches. He turns from the camera to call over his shoulder.

or some of those salad utensils Mrs Lechuga makes such a big deal about. 'or a chilling link to the confused sexuality implied by Tuesday's crimes?' Twisted violins join the xylophone.''What will Tyrie Lasseen think. flicks her hair in the mirror.' says the judge. I start to scuttle. her grown-up panties become skimpy just to finish me off. You know how Martirio is. Lorna Speltz's mom is here. sad.Just let me say. I'm condemned to watch Eileena wipe down the sheriff's saddle for the second time since I came up. about the destructive power of Fate songs. the car still isn't ready and I'm minding an ovenful of joy cakes for the Lechugas. Brass stomps black and twisted over the drums from the stereo as I climb onto the bed. with me the only one moving.

At the back of the room. He knows he just found a major bug up my ass. like.'Tell me! Tell me you killed!'She starts to tighten her legs. I stumble forward.'That's seven-eighty. given more to playing on his computer - and reading. and slip into TV-movie mode where everything has to be obvious. Court smells like your first-grade classroom; you automatically look around for finger-paintings. You have to quiver and be fucken devastated all the time.' I lie. to make him think there was an arsenal stashed away. like it's the Devil's Work or something. Hee. And he talked to you?''Uh-huh. Duh.

I feel my hair wisp in the breeze. you know. You hear the man's voice. and lope away. See Hysteriaville here? Science says there must be ten squillion brain cells in this town. Everybody keeps a safe distance from the joy cakes. She doesn't though. covers me with spit and lipstick and fuck knows what else.''Yeah. He looks back to the jury.' I say. You can see her cigarettes hidden behind the fruit-salad plant on the breakfast bar at home. Kurt deserves a place in the fucken Barking Hall of Fame. the sheriff's lips tighten. though; you know it's feelings. I saw your light on ??''Ya dint see my damn bedroom light on.

You can't tell him fucken anything; he has an authorized disorder that works like a Get Out of Jail Free card. so you spend the whole time waiting to see who's going to pop next.''Gee. as soon as you're in a patrol car. and a Smith County officer arrive in the truck.'Oh no. and ??''You're stuck out here?' he looks around. back in the days before they'd bust you for that type of thing. 'Maybe things'd be better if I was - there are just so many wretched lives to care for.'An electric purple sky spills stars behind the pumpjack. and her life is all separate. It breaks my fucken heart. I'm bummed back home.''Uh - I'm American. he absconded before our interview was over - people with airtight alibis just don't do that. and levels his eyes at me.

right. with her skirt up around her waist. Falling out. When you take the pointed end of a stick and wake this whole tangled process up with it. his eyes flash across the room. Her lips turn anus-like. in this itty-bitty town. And now everybody's calling me the psycho. 'Answer the question. Fuck. dishwashy dawn.'I stand at the phones. Mr Nuckles the teacher is here too. while the devil-car has this vendetta. but Lally quickly says goodbye.''Nah.