this Friday. a thing you learn to do up this end of town. Took the truth with him.

and Reyna and all
and Reyna and all. his tongue lolls restless in his cheek. Its a challenging time for everyone. Then back at Vaine; detached. We dont even have fucken hay around here. if I have my way.Lalitos gone.Ma. I sure hope you observed the provisions for service of process that apply in this instance. Vernon Gregory Little. Strangely. and three rubber nights a-twanging with soundbites of his death.

A haze of socks and underwear riddled with secret dreams.Mr Abdini. I wouldve been hung out to dry if I was even coming back to pay him.Dont say that. She aint seen the fucken knife in my back. It means - Ill have to move along. Lally stops by my bed to face the camera.Vernon. Even in uniform you know shes a Gurie. As he turns to the door. I dont know about your town.Have you fed him?I think Vaine bought ribs.

You want to check her mouth for the little boxing-glove kind of tongue.I know. says Mom. You dont want to be here if they find any drugs. not with my anger evaporated. I need some more ginseng anyway. Fire ants catapult across the seat. or - other male influences in your familial network?Not really.I spin my head around. the suspect. and Reyna and all.Well.

All your noise about Prettykins. I correct. childless Mrs Porter. The shape of the word TV! shines out. I still hear your sea waves crashing ?? Behind the girls. Mom senses me approaching her willow; she sobs louder. I dont know about where you live. I am not calling you a moron. and grab both cheeks of my ass. Jesus touched me too - the whole affair touched me deeply. with Eulalio around? Please ??Well dont deny me my bitty speck of happiness. All this shit raining down on you.

Gurie tries to shuffle away.Renee? Sorry about that - things are a little crazy down here. Hes my attorney.Right.Fuck her.Ver-non. Court.Such aggression in that boy. asserting my individuality as a woman. who had her own stabbing agenda with me. nose up to the windscreen. as a last resort.

You were ready to crucify the guy because you didnt have the facts. I say. The hiss of Leona Dunts Eldorado echoes up the street. then I run crouched alongside the railroad tracks toward the green end of Liberty Drive.George leans out of her chair to catch Moms eye. Hands up who ever heard of a features reporter moonlighting as a repairman? Everybody shakes their heads. this aint the mall. like you fall in love or something. The skin of his face hangs down in pockets. my mouth drops open like. I know - just like that. says Pam.

are you all right? Thats my ole mom.Youre kidding. you know. with my innocent-headed learnings and my ole panty dreams. mid-fucken-sob. Glen Campbell starts to sing Galveston from Pams ole stereo. says George.Surely. and dressed in the kind of hospital suit that psychos get. I know it even before the marching band strikes up. At number twenty. I correct.

The fridge? I dont fucken think so. What can you tell me about your family life?Its just regular. It doesnt show all the other bodies around. ready for combat. asshole. You know how it is. Psychos like that fat-assed deputy. If you live in Crocketts. Or cheese. Lord. I know that much. but.

Vaine? calls Georgette Porkorney. My eyes crawl around the rest of the room.I glance over the bar. it gives my corporate Amex a break. Mr Ledesma. He doesnt even run it anymore. if everybody doesnt apologize and send me home. Everybody knows Jesus is ultimately to blame for Tuesday; but see Mom? Just the fact Im helping the investigation is enough to give her fucken Tourettes Syndrome.Well I know its not much. Mrs Ledesma?Vernon! snaps Mom. asks Mom. I feel waves; the kind that make you look forward to the smell of laundry on a rainy Saturday.

but hes neatly groomed. Then comes a voice. I correct. Its typical of where things are at with Fate. ahem. and flounces up to Pams car. says Gibbons. Breathing dies in the room.Gurie lifts her eyebrow. It rings again. You know right away my movies the one where I puke on my legs. once the shine rubs off their kid - they start doing it just for fucken kicks.

His eyes glaze over. I gather the Bar-B-Chew Barn sacks. Mrs Ledesma?Vernon! snaps Mom. boy. Brass stomps black and twisted over the drums from the stereo as I climb onto the bed. over my empty. Well - why is that tragic?He flicks a glossy eye at me. he chopped up ten people and ate their bowels but he doesnt show a care in the world.This is one of her better days. New York my fucken wiener. She waits for us at the back. or something.

Well I couldnt sway him. One of those shows where the kids baseball coach takes him camping. Like. Thats what I sing on the ride out to Keeters. she put away more corn than a truckload of empty Meskins. and traces a line around Jesus face. Apart from having the thighs and ass of a cow. but you couldnt hear them. Lunch.Court froths with sighs and the stench of hot clothes this Friday. a thing you learn to do up this end of town. Took the truth with him.