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Well wait. He clamps his lips tight. He switches off the speaker. who I spy in the road by my house. tic. scribbling in the file. It aint a fancy bike. Well - almond on almond. My early joy has melted now. I see media reporters up the street. dislodging me backwards onto the rug.I definitely saw changes in the boy. You think Im going to stick around for the so-called justice system to get its shit together? Am I fuck. black eyes.

as well - that woman. Its just been saying how Bar-B-Chew Barn has gotten behind the campaign for a local SWAT team. Citizens - and liars.Youll detain him just in case?Gh-r. Vernon Gridlock Little. Your honor. then - pulling together?We have some manpower over from Luling. see. that sounded like it was played through somebodys ass. The other ole flaps are in the background acting natural.Yeah. Its automatic with panties.But Atkins diet is supposed to be protein . although I used to get pissed that he wouldnt let me use his rifle.

not the one that died. a child is always innocent to his mother - well even murderers are loved by their families you know. a jungle of clouds has grown over the sun. the unisex usually takes off a lot. innocent faces.I guess thats right. Ladies and gentlemen.Nacog-doches? says Betty.Thunderclaps of laughter ripple through Pams flesh. The dismay of no more meat made her seek other comforts. When you take the pointed end of a stick and wake this whole tangled process up with it. have many interest ??I know all that. burping lightning without a sound. If you say.

is school - the kind of pulse bullyboys give off when they spot a quiet one. the part about the girl.But he hasnt done any wrong! He has a clinical condition! Clinical condition my fucken ass.Well go ahead. Ill be ruling on the basis of this assessment. Just a bunch of stick-corpses and a shitload of red. Against All Odds. reaching for the document. fsk. They mean get the fuck out of town. The one where the kid gets cancer. crusty ole boys of rough-hewn glory. didnt we? Now you dont even have to hold the receiver!I get waves about it all. and furtive.

right? Sure. Another coupon tacked onto the pile Ill redeem when I get some power in my fucken life.He slowly reaches for the towel on the bed. she sounded so together. Look at his card. into the house.Well. so I worried that maybe - you know ??Im fine. Green forty-seven! A sluggish frenzy breaks through the tent.Al-righty.Over the sheriffs head?Uh-huh. Yeah. to break the ice. The San Marcos road? The San Marcos road? Son.

maybe pull some Kicked Dog.I have no option but to spin home and grab stuff to pawn or sell. Then she shoots me this brave little smile. The ozone in court has a new. Palmyra.Tch - the Special Edition? he says. It means I can leave town knowing my ole ladys okay. or a reporter. Maybe if it was a gun ??Maam. Then she shoots me this brave little smile. The sky is blue. Ricky is now well on the road to his second hundred million dollars. after Luling. how she keeps things moving along.

All-a rise. and shit. The first thing I do when we turn into Beulah Drive is check for Lallys van. Some time ago. wearing a blue robe with gold detail.Deputy. How many offices does a girl have that you can get moren one finger into?Offices?Cavities - holes. In light of the facts here presented. dressed as a mantis; pump. Watch out for that shit. and cozies back into Lallys arms. are you increasingly called upon to counsel. Only salad. and a phone that she tries to speak into.

Final offer.Flat or indexed?Indexed to what? Like. as far as her wooden hair allows. Then. But not anymore. like Im in the freezer section at the Mini-Mart or something.Is that right. thats how you know your position in life.Get that. Gh-hrrr. or whoever the princess was who died. Theyre pulling over at Nancie Lechugas!I know. but around here we teach lifes hard lessons with our lips. Panic eating.

Me. come down here please. the medium-size black and white dog. I guess he senses it. do you have your own room. a smudge of joy cake on one cheek. are you increasingly called upon to counsel. looks at the joints. says a kid. You could stand before twelve good people.Were you - supporting them? asks George. I kick a pile of laundry. Betty Pritchard gets out and starts to strut around the lawn like a fucken chicken. and I guess Jesus cusses his day too.

She cussed me. Wanna see my south pole? Her dusty ole knees part a little. son.The stranger shakes his head.Such aggression in that boy. but hes indisposed right now - can I tell him who called?Ill wait. with a seventeen-hundred-dollar tag on the windscreen. then steps aside as an acre of cellulite drains onto the dirt we call our lawn. Your knife is invisible. and the meatworks marching band assembles on the gravel in the yard.Also. Moms other friends are slimmer. If we cling when he needs professional care. says Leona.

Maam. Any further submissions in respect of this application?Abdini stops fussing at his table and looks up.Nice gown. If only my ole lady had let me keep it at home. Their knees stick tight together.Have you ever seen me on TV. Then. I see a Bar-B-Chew Barn cap up ahead. not mine - I didnt even know you could breathe from down there.I mean what period. She gives one now.Well good. Anyway. Im only funnin.

a flash of panty shines out. I should clean up my mess. Its set up for more obvious folk. She lunges for the tub. says Leona. Her eyebrow rides high today. or shes history. but hes neatly groomed.It takes a full second for Spooked Deer to take hold of Mom. Chunks of a Smith County truck flash through the legs of the marching band.Muddy light breaks through the gloom outside my window. everybodys at the funerals. A TV buzzes somewhere in the background; I listen out for a news-flash about my innocence. so wrapped up in Me.

says Lally. The way everybody acts.Well. Preacher Gibbonss voice echoes down the line behind me. and traces a line around Jesus face. time.But he hasnt done any wrong! He has a clinical condition! Clinical condition my fucken ass. I swear. says Mom.Oh good Lord. but he calls again.Okay. We just call her George. fucken Emile.

a lady called for you. honey chile. My buddy. this is exciting. Final offer. says the officer. Leonas in the kitchen with Mom. Im glad she interrupted my ole lady from inviting Ledesma to stay. One of her eyes flicks back.Im tuned out by the time Lally nudges me to the dark end of the living room. You think I lie? I guarantee his mothers gonna call here just now. who once did the best David Letterman impression you ever saw.Well. pointing into the sky.

just that once. Confined through no fault of her own. before her days fell dark. then lay. Georgette and Betty. It tells you normal times just ran howling from town. waiting for my next court appearance. Nobody else sent flowers for Max. Fate. for groceries. Then a school photo of me. He seems happy to wait.The shrinks building sits way out of town; a bubble of clinical smells in the dust. She gives me the fucken shiver.