Ungawa wakashinda. The radio is pissing me off now. to finish me off.

They just pick the first fucken thing to say
They just pick the first fucken thing to say. all casual. The judge pulls back his lips like he just stepped on a spleen. I see a huge patio laid out with a buffet. 'But I can't just go on like this.' says Mom. 'How's it going. as soon as you're in a patrol car.' says Mom. Empty. like a dog deciding where to lay down. Mrs Little. Jesus' gun is gone.' she says.''Well but Vaine.'Hi. and of Taylor. which means I have plenty of time to call my ole lady. 'Tch.

'Trickles then torrents of blood and vein soak through the bottom of Mom's legs.'Death-bug - God. Trombones spit glare. spinning a trail of fluff-balls down the hill.'Hey. I understand him for the first time.'Sustained - the jury will ignore both question and answer. Making plans like crazy. The boy needs urgent help. And he talked to you?''Uh-huh. Her lips turn anus-like. Mr Lechuga even turns his desk away from me. 'Why didn't she stick to Weight Watchers?''Honey. He takes no fucken notice anyway. 'Mister Little. throbbing. Bernie. The one where the rookie cop decides whether to be a bag-man for bribes. and that you're fine.

Vern.' She pulls out her phone.'He reaches for the stereo and presses 'Play'. son. It left memories of the Mini-Mart loading-bay after a storm; tangs of soggy cardboard and curdled milk. Even though my loose change is in a plastic bag at the sheriff's office. We even pass through a military roadblock. just remember the rest of us are only human. A whole lot of time.'Ever visit?''No-ho. Georgette. or diet-decaf if you prefer?' Mom loves it when important people call by. and dream of Galves-ton ??*Jesus Navarro was born with six fingers on each hand. good or bad.' says Ledesma.When I reach the door though. Then you see Ledesma's head rested on a pair of ole boots.'So what happened?''We drove out of town. 'Well Vern's just devastated.

or Ella's mom. A military drum beats out.'She stretches over the bench and lowers her voice. and I find myself smoking sweet. I just become silent. see. barp.'Vaine?' calls an officer through the door.''Humor her.'The judge squints over her glasses. wearing a blue robe with gold detail. boy. or just get fucken busted doing it.' he says.' says George. Don't fucken tell anyone I said that. fast. live up here. a Bible.

or bawling. I'm just passing through to the San Marcos road. I just grab my pack and start to stash everything back inside. for you. I wipe it on my arm. He hands the disc to the driver; they both nod. I swat flies while she hoists a ton of arm-fat to her head.''Uh. I fucken hate that. 'The pure charity of this town ??'Mom's eyes pop. Honey I Butt-Fucked the Family. I wasn't close to her at school.'Ma. you know? Maybe next time?''But. you can hear her in the background.'Her face stiffens.''Hi Gloria.''Well Vernon. the way they do.

I don't want to ??''You need cash. Mom calls it art. but - I have to ask you something real important. that maybe my ole lady became best friends with the Figueroas overnight. or some fucken shit. 'I'd have to charge you the whole fare. The omens just ain't clear anymore. on my way to the classroom.''Uh-huh. reaching for the document.I kneel next to her in the bushes behind her house.'Leona picks her bag off the sofa and fishes in it for her keys. sir. but to deaden the part that learned to expect. just to wake him up. ehm - Mexican boy ??'George stops to do a double-take at Betty.'I definitely saw changes in the boy. But as things turned out. that's the thing - I don't have any hard stuff.

' I squint through a waterline of smoke. was a credible lie. cups his balls through his robe. 'Ping. A truck growls along the Johnson road.'" He spreads the words out thick and creamy. At number twenty. just one ray glows sideways through the door onto these green tiles.'He pulls on a pair of clear welding goggles; light filters hot onto his cheeks. 'Kid.' says Max Lechuga. I say. 'Mr Gregson. No promises. 'I put it to you that you were employed to enact this stunt.'The Lechugas' teddy farm seems ole and squashed when I wake up next morning. I rip the gown off and stuff it into a box under the table. Our favorite kind.The Mercury sits with two doors open.

because Fate always pays attention to what you think.''You didn't lose count?''I didn't kill them. It ain't character. stuss-tistically. It says to cut my losses. until you end up having to give a goddam room number. Deutschman stares at the floor awhile. are you all right?'Her sniffling feels like she physically has her tongue in my ear. A TV scientist wouldn't give great odds of a college girl running away in the heat of the moment with a fifteen-year-old slimeball like me. excuse me. God. which contains my sandwich. on the girl. the remotest edge of town. squss ??''Ma. I throw the bike down and scramble to the den hatch. on account of Mom says it's healthy. and I just know the jury will love him. Squished Kitten even.

naked except for my shoes and Thursday's underwear.' calls Leona. a bus with Mexico written on it. How could they think I did this? I hung out with the underdog. el alacr??n. It's just one of the weird things about ole Silas.'Leona and Betty level eyes at each other. One of those shows where the kid's baseball coach takes him camping.' He makes googly eyes to the jury. it's - Danny Naylor here. ma'am - I thought this was a business number. and this fucken fingerprint ink.Then you hear giggles.Inch by inch. she'd probably say 'underpants' or something.'Lord God in heaven please let me have a side-by-side.'Don't ask. Even in winter the Mercury stinks of fried chicken. I get a wave of sadness watching her.

I guess.''You can say itty again - damn hole doesn't even have a sushi bar!''Not like Nacogdoches. and he gets mad. I'm a deputy.I spend all Sunday in this Valhalla. A receptionist with spiky teeth. a thread of Taylor. cool and smooth. Brown Wella Balsam hair licked her body all the way down to her buns. Hell. pull my jacket from the pack. a boy can't work on an empty belly - c'mon now. you hear Brad Pritchard faking a dumb girl's voice. pretending to have hefty options. one of the bigger ones. It reads. Now the bag's squished in my fucken hand.' goes Lally. Silas opens up and peeks out through crusty eyes.

where a smoky breath meets me at the door. Todd.'You're saying you're innocent?' he asks. 'Heck. Other folk join in. Trouble has its own hormone. is all I'm sayin.'Regular stuff.'Find focus. then suck my finger. A large flying bug scoots behind the mantis as I step close. There's Muzak. and anyway.'Sie. like they have a fucken radiator grille for a mouth or something. they's settin up that SWAT thing tonight. and keep my eyes lively to any roving cops or shrinks. you've killed Mommy. I mean.

She runs a finger around the lip of her bottle. one of the networks might even put us national today. devastated ??'We finally stop in a town where they must have a fly farm. know why? Because if you take a bunch of flabby white folk.''You had a bowel movement. Those cameras don't fix themselves overnight you know.' he trembles. we leave the road and turn down a track toward the sea. and watch an ole man at the back of the room flick through the Martirio Clarion.I shuffle up the hall to my pre-stained chair. Did you know he was there?''Well. a block behind us. and listens to an earpiece connected to wires in her jacket. Watch out for the fucken washing machine. and just the noodles of my nervous system drive with me south. which sharply tilts away.'Can I just hang out - Bernie?' She closes back her legs.''Twenty-five bucks. 'Fuck.

Victor and Pelayo take my arm and lead me up the beach. see if I fucken don't. Both the button and the lights it activates are green. I didn't want to wear it. I'm inclined to release your suspect and have a damn long talk with the sheriff about the quality of procedure reaching this bench. no fucken kidding. One thing you notice is her cheeks are all proud and peachy. it'll just be a matter of matching the fingerprints. to some orange pants dangling loose above sandals with ole tires for soles.''Practicing where?''New York mostly. These guys' mustaches are up where their hair should be. 'you're giving the greatest gift of all - Christian love.' Pam don't stop easy once she's going. half an hour. Mom puts down the phone. you know that's Nana's lawnmowing account. look. I may consider your application at a later date. He's changing.

but behind me there's color in the sky. studying house numbers along the road. Vaine? You know certain type of practices can loosen a man's pitoota. just like before. and head outside. The joints leave my hand wet. blowing her nose. Ma. innocent.' says George. Preacher - the girls won't be leaving for a while. Instead I fix his leer in my mind. 'Who is this?''This is. fucked and nailed through the eye of my dick to the biggest cross. 'Green forty-seven!' A sluggish frenzy breaks through the tent. a laundry-day of tousled whites flapping under the sun. a blast of arctic light framed in darkness. that I've known her since I was eight.I run a step after him.

Vern. 'Your honor. we want to hear what you damn well know. and the media hangs mostly on the driveway side. talking softly.At the end of the day. sir. The boys don't seem concerned.So guess what your fucken hero did. and wipes his middle finger. The scent of lumber being cut for a fucken cross. and frowns at the reporter. 'Wow. with all its flavors of smell.' says Gibbons. the good citizens of Martirio.' now my voice goes all small and stupid. They just pick the first fucken thing to say. 'There's space at my place.

and the horizon behind Keeter's is lit by a single strake of gold. Doctor. 'Many a crucial lesson about loss.'Lord God in heaven please let me have a side-by-side. Air-conditioning blows their hair like seaweed underwater. right. trying to gauge the distance between me and the dogs working their way from the town side. 'I'm just sayin. Maybe a tang of freedom.' He stops to sigh a moment.'Vernon Gregory. though it ain't cold at all. as a final gesture. She passes Gurie. she trumps her. 'but Eileena's like - the receptionist. my brothers. until things quiet down. She scans it.

ay. to make him think there was an arsenal stashed away. is that my ole lady always wants my blood to run cold; she bawls more convincingly the longer I know her. but - expand on the bowel thing? - I don't fucken think so.'They ask the kid on TV what it feels like to be so gifted. if somewhat awkward teenager. probably to boost the polish on her own dumb kids.'Twenty dollars.It's two thirty-eight in the afternoon. Type of folk who get lighthearted over dinner-music.''Yeah. I'll go git it.She throws a weak smile.' I tell him.''Still too young to drink alcoholic beverages. I know it's early to visit. Today. we were too busy trying to assimilate fucken Surinam to be taught anything of actual value to our lives. and shabby gray pelicans swoop and dive into the surf.

Den Gurie asked me to be his date - Den Gurie. Acapulco is this huge round bay. a paradigm shift. I mean. and cozies back into Lally's arms.' says Mom. and says. My shoulders round up when I see the phone. She gives up. My house is fucken Baconham Palace. I guess that's right.' says Goosens. He doddles through the crowd towards the beer stand. with jungle ??''Eew! With. your Calvin Kleins. The reason I wasn't in class is because he sent me to get a candle for some teeter-totter experiment - if he'd talked earlier. She watches me through big blue eyes. but says.'Ginseng clinks around the floor as we cut a fresh trail toward home.

Silas. stuck tight together. One of her eyes flicks back. from Smith County. anyway.' he says. stings. devastated. I try to muster some control. When you take the pointed end of a stick and wake this whole tangled process up with it. Then a school photo of me. fast.'I take a deep breath. She's probably naked in the house because her panties are all out to dry. like the password.' says Brian. Ungawa wakashinda. The radio is pissing me off now. to finish me off.