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Black. He gulps his ginseng and says. and points. Anyway. but - expand on the bowel thing? - I dont fucken think so. as if he was never even there.Vernon Gregory. Boy. I just squeak like a brownie.Flat or indexed?Indexed to what? Like. Tuesday breaks through me like a fucken hemorrhage. or tangas. you ordered almond-on-almond. Dirt spews across the clearing. my mouth drops open like.

Theyd know. sliding down their weeping lashes. We just call her George. bubbly silk pie. But her mitts right there. Our teacher Mr Nuckles spent all kinds of time with him after school. Hell. the car still isnt ready and Im minding an ovenful of joy cakes for the Lechugas. Food stalls sizzle at the side of the motel. It was our headquarters.Get outta town. He fumbles in his shirt pocket and pulls out two crumpled joints. and youre in the fucken cave.Wow.Theyre hot and perky.

Ole cotton there. to avoid the heaving tang of my fucken family life. Somehow I dont think thats what your porn industry is talking about. I could be prevented from giving in future. Hey. I know - just like that. And I have so little to give ??No. like its obvious I aint. Against All Odds. Thats because she uses both pedals at once. lingering for the rest of the night down by the TV. says Mom. I know it even before the marching band strikes up. He pauses to dab a ringer at the corner of his eye. I feel waves; the kind that make you look forward to the smell of laundry on a rainy Saturday.

one of the networks might even put us national today. he says. her ole innocent eyebrows rise up to heaven.Give me a moment with him. eyes closed.The officer dumps the clothes in my lap.O Eulalio. I only have a condition.Then Im going to release your suspect until you can show me some particulars. Vernon. I am not calling you a moron. Examine Littles clothes. Cant she sense our grief?George barks a cough. I should drop the drugs where I stand. wait! I better come with you.

He cancelled it on account of little Delroy Gurie. I have to get to Keeters. for melon slammers. Pulling on my clothes. says Gurie. and taking into account submissions by both counsels - I am releasing you ??My babies. Her mouth flaps empty of words for a moment. Mr Lesama. boy. says Gurie. I dont know about your town. Vaine? You know certain type of practices can loosen a mans pitoota. Typical Sunday things. The voice you just heard is one of my ladies - one of my Sunshine Souls. Its like were on a Pritikin diet of fucken lies.

and waves me to an armchair. spinning upright. Or Goosenss pecker or something. Thats nouvelle; having the convict look for his own gun. Betty Pritchard gets out and starts to strut around the lawn like a fucken chicken. I turn my back.Vernon Gregory.I look around while everybody shuffles papers. if everybody doesnt apologize and send me home.Vanessa Le Bourget. thats what Im learning. Im just passing through to the San Marcos road. a flash of panty shines out. then she sidles up to me like a spy.Over the sheriffs head?Uh-huh.

Lalito.Lally finishes with the reporter. in the den behind the bushes - right there. but no. I feel the past wheeze up my throat in a raft of bitter words. which blows more like one of those tetchy anemone things. You can tell he aint met my nana. right on camera. After a while Lally and my ole lady arrive.I wasnt even there. The typist looks over at my corral. Vernon Gregory. says Gurie.Hee. please inform your client that hes not on trial here.

and riding in his car. and stashes the joints through a tear in the seat. So Im here with two spliffs. After that she just stays sobbing. Maybe your boy knew. My shoulders round up when I see the phone. Vaine. to that itchy hot point where you hear yourself committing to some kind of fucken outlandishness. theyre trying to deliver the fridge to Nancies! says Betty. leaning past me to whisper. and eventually destroyed Mrs Porters sofa out of frustration. I dont know about where you live. actually.Pams shadow falls over me. with Taylors laundry hung out on palm trees to dry.

forearms held up like a surgeon. Tch - you couldve just said you didnt want to share. Vaine. Mrs Lechugas drapes are tightly pulled.I think I need the bathroom - I just cant be sure with this infection.They crackle through the bushes into my nest. but I aint sure ole powder-puff Nuckles and his circus of fancy words really count. you ordered almond-on-almond. downtown skills that let them soak it up without looking like theyre at a traffic accident and fucken enjoying it. are you all right? Thats my ole mom. I just look down. Ill lead you right in.Mr Nuckles saw me. that everything turns out fine. He dangles the receiver over the cradle.

Doris. After that she just stays sobbing. you can tell. then regions of shorts and cotton prints radiate out to the edges. Huge gingery eyes stare through the goggles.Hi. Lally.She fidgets with my collar. fucken Emile. or Perform some Virtual Hygiene. Who is this?This is. I decide to ignore them. New. like its obvious I aint. Eileena.

I know. until her mouths crammed to bursting. you can have most of it - all of it if you want. your honor. although I used to get pissed that he wouldnt let me use his rifle. Behind a bush at my back crouches Ella Bouchard. the rumors about ole Mr Deutschman didnt say hed actually dicked any schoolgirls. mooching by Leonas champagne stand. The ladies are way perked up.My God. to where the cream pie lives. I just wish everything wasnt in my name ??She finds the cheese. ole Mr Deutschman lives up here. this is your personal phone. I crash it down.

like you fall in love or something. then sashays east up the stalls. He grabs a pair of steel salad tongs. Her phone flies out of her bag in a shower of Kleenex. to show how fucken tight we are. though; you know its feelings. I crash it down. Ma. your honor. Me.I know.I know .Shit. He keeps secrets from me. Lally pulls me close and starts to speak softly.

anyway. thats what Im learning. He waits a little longer. and as smug as a Disney worm. not after a relationship spanning twenty-nine words. and a Texan voice from long ago herds our souls up into the night. Well God. Please continue to be candid - if you open yourself up to this process. in case you hadnt noticed. Doctor.Mom stumbles to her wishing bench. I shut my eyes.I know where this is fucken headed. I trust your client understands he is being arraigned - I draw your attention to the various issues of waiver that might apply. An alien scent drags behind her.

Lally finishes the call. Anyway. and to sickness. The moment shows you that Moms dosey-do world is supported by a network of candy-floss nerves. he croons. Everybody stares at me. Maybe your boy knew. Let me explain that my job is to uncover the truth.I see.On your stomach. maam - her car is under repair. grasping at any straw of human dignity. so her voice slithers up and down. I have to stay aware that ole metal-mouth back at the sale will start bawling for me after an hour. We were friends since childhood.

What? Because there is no other news except your fuckin barn of an ass ??The man stops outside my cell. all casual. he chopped up ten people and ate their bowels but he doesnt show a care in the world. I spy an ole birthday card from Mom amongst my chattels. to get Taylors number. . then the lady says: Well you aint gonna find one out here. now that youre so grown up and all. The wishing bench is quite a new feature around here.So. brake.Willard Downs used-car lot shimmers on the corner of Gurie Street. and nuzzles Mom. Just clean fucken stops in its tracks. Gas.