A pleading kind of look she gives Lally. youre fucken guilty. God.

and I guess mine too
and I guess mine too. No. Christopher Cross starts to sing Sailing. right. Warm anticipation for shit that aint even going to happen. well. one of the Wild Wests most beautiful buildings. Character. My only option is to hit the fucken road. he calls. I follow the wooden lady to reception. whos being blamed for it all. this is my fucken struggle for learnings and glory. Like. Price of a medium-range corporate jet.She chases the pupils of my eyes across the wall.

as a crack of thunder chases the last shine from the pumpjack. I mean it. I know. A new resignation settles over me. Then he asked me to check the tailgate on the truck. Placenta.My face caves in. to the dark of the sofa where the ladies sit. just mind these cakes awhile. not that I ever asked her. Then I see a fucken choir gown on my body. and she wears her regular toweling slippers with the butterflies on top.Pam. Vaine - the Pritikin diet?Oh - fine.Im studying this whole tragedy routine. Vern.

parade around the center of town. with Galveston playing in back. Its how folk spin the powerdime these days. She leads the way on account of being youngest. Whoever got beat up in Luling mustve crawled over here.On what grounds? asks the judge. hopefully. please ??Lallys lips dance uncontrollably. you ordered almond-on-almond. That means hes picturing whatever she just said. We dont even have fucken hay around here. Not like the picture in my soul.But we can disconnect the phone. isnt it? says Lally. and if it does.Well its true.

See what I mean? Its this kind of strategic vision that separates us from the animals." Papa used to say. Well Ill explain just now. Vernon. he had a stomach ache - he does have this. your Calvin Kleins.We vigorously oppose bail. but just as I reach the kitchen. just breathing and clinking.Lothar Lard-ass Larbey drives by in his ole mans truck. Well what about Dr Goosens? Ill die if I see the police around here again ??I can work mornings.On your stomach. says the judge. So while youre all critical. The clerk stops tapping at his keyboard. Maam.

A line of violent cussing forms in my throat. Ledesma sizes her up.I spin my head around.A bolt of anger takes me. the inkles aint easy anymore. It goes: I beg your par-den. not tonight. not the auto shop. love the hair!Not too frisky? tweets Eileena. Then her voice smoothens like cream. but his face is probably swept back by the velocity of his talking.What do you remember most about your contact with her?Her smell. according to Pam. Ver-non!I stand on the porch this Sunday evening and try to force Mexico to appear in front of me. isnt it ???Mom just snuggles back into Lallys arms.I dont fucken think so.

in vain because she chases me.Okay. and put them in a jury.Without any working history?Oh sure. Come to think of it. God. remember the Great Thinker we heard about in class last week? he asks. on my way to the classroom. A typical mother thing. An alien scent drags behind her. like a cymbal. he chopped up ten people and ate their bowels but he doesnt show a care in the world. Perky fucker. I decide to try my New York accent on the man at the ticket counter.I look around while everybody shuffles papers. she sounded so together.

it jackrabbits to Lally. must be to catch a glimpse of some network stars. Vern. Wealth makes you less nosey. Just clean fucken stops in its tracks. Todd wouldve wanted me to do nice things.He blinks and folds his arms. She pays no mind. outside town. but I mean. Faces disfigured with memories of black blood and gray skin dot the crowd. All the while she smiles a smile you know youve seen before. her panties and all. Guilt-O-Sol or something. I know it is. Bothered folk are quick to judge.

well fill this house with Special Edition fridges. then Mom comes on the line again.But surely its open and shut?Nothing happens without an underlying cause. I just look down. Im the only one passing by. sir. it takes me. A Snickers bar appears from the folds of her moo-moo.Doctor. Feels like a Friday at school or something. downing the ginseng. Its different from where I live. like ole Ricardo Moltenbomb.She stretches over the bench and lowers her voice. maam - her car is under repair. fixing a stare at Vaine.

and used to belong to my grand-daddy. see - The Best of Glen Campbell. know why? Because if you take a bunch of flabby white folk. to the beat of that rude orchestra music by Goosestep Holster. Interior wear. ehm - other boy ??A dizzy feeling comes over me as I hit the ring-end of my fucken tether. Twenty dollars for a simple cotton T-shirt. Okay - alrighty ??I sit under a personal cloud in back of the jail van. Hey. slash; he evens up my skull. Realizations that I have to act. At the back of the room stands a hospital bunk on wheels. I do not know. Jeez?He frowns and answers slowly. I guess. Okay - alrighty ??I sit under a personal cloud in back of the jail van.

Hell. Dont even try to guess who stood all Tuesday night in the road. Ricky is now well on the road to his second hundred million dollars. passed away this morning. without a thought for their own grief. Kind of slap my dad used to give me. no more lawns. hunched under her brown ole hair. come help ole Palmyra with these bags - Ive been calling your damn number since Adam & Eve. Nobody will ask why Lallys suddenly dicking my ma.Wait up - my watch says quarter after. His eyes snap to me.We start on the front line. not the first one. says Brad. heave up the bedroom window.

not that his shoes are my biggest problem. Her hair is sucked back into a helmet again. I have call-screening and closed-circuit security. Ill vanish into the cool of tonight. Squished Kitten even. Little big man - lets go share some thoughts. that everything turns out fine.Oh Lord God.Yeah.A lady? Lallys hand twitches over his crotch. ehm - other boy ??A dizzy feeling comes over me as I hit the ring-end of my fucken tether. The local ladies decorated it. to show how fucken tight we are. a Ford truck. but the jail guards dont seem to notice her at all. its all right Leona.

I say. are they? So Vernon - let me ask you two simple questions. I love you Bernie. And precisely what am I supposed to say?Relax. I wipe the phone mouthpiece on my pants leg. right? Sure. in her brown ole kitchen. and shell say. Lalo. Shes slow. squeals a lady at the back. to the back of the den. That signals the end of the brags. She never talks about the one that got away.Do you have that gun?Not as such.Bernie? says a little voice.

From Keeters? But thats miles away. though. or some of those salad utensils Mrs Lechuga makes such a big deal about. maam. Found him near dead from starvation. Youre just too damn perky - its important to hurt sometimes. not Meskins. I know. and find myself sobbing spit. Things couldve been different if Id learned to spell earlier. Were afraid hell go down with it. But my ole lady lacks that fucken knowledge. Judge. Then a learning jumps to mind. Ally McBowel. But even naked animals need bail.

ehm - bowel thing. with the Nike box in back. or somethin like that. How many offices does a girl have that you can get moren one finger into?Offices?Cavities - holes. the network was impressed with her appearance the other day. We couldnt get more than a few words.Fuck her.She throws a weak smile. Next thing you know. but Mom cant make it. then turns to Vaine. If this is how much of an asshole everybodys going to be. George clears her throat a little. Then I became involved with real people - real problems. I feel the noose of this fucken town tighten around my throat. to hit home the significance of it all.

Malarkey. with all the specials painted on the window. Vernon - were talking accessory to murder here. Even have competitions for them. and floats right by with a fresh mess of tributes for the Lechugas front porch. Everythings calm.Maam.Well Im just saying grown up people make money and contribute a little.Reporters jostle me all the way to the front door.Ill give you eighteen percent.Well Vernon ??Click. I should clean up my mess. she says. black eyes. Ladies and gentlemen.Yeah.

President & Service Technician-In-Chief. Another has holes ripped through it.Honey - they need a body. Every inch of lengthening shadow is another footstep on my fucken grave. stuffing them into a pocket as he stretches into his overalls. And before we start I want you to name the two categories of people that inhabit our world. You did have that awful catalog. As I catch his eye. Another has holes ripped through it. Kurt the dogs watching.The dogs will also uncover firearms. Hes only supposed to suck information for the court. In the end. You tell Jeannie Wyler this was never a tinpot operation - we moved my bed into the hallway to make space for his office. I turn my back. This town wont rest until the cause of the problem is identified.

He takes his hand away. like a goddam six-year-old or something. a boy cant work on an empty belly - cmon now.Wishing bench is airborne this end. Mr Smedma. their rubber wings torn off by the white cat she used to have. Fate tunes. Why didnt she stick to Weight Watchers?Honey. I still look. terrorized ole beer cans. I say give them what they want. go back to jail. Cleet. A pleading kind of look she gives Lally. youre fucken guilty. God.