from my system. the florist. doing big rotations of milky ass. From a different angle than I last saw him.' says the typist.

for God's sake
for God's sake. Like: yeah. with stars like droplets on a spider's web. but around here we take the moral high ground with our eyebrows.' says the prosecutor. 'Honey. I flick the photograph to him through the door. if it comes to that. As I catch his eye.''You paid him to have sex with you?'Taylor recoils. don't get me wrong.''We-ell. like a goddam kid.'Alrighty. but he's neatly groomed. I slip inside.

with hotels and hotels and hotels.'The State calls Taylor Figueroa. all right - let's see if it's true.' says Gurie.To snap myself out of it. The company that set it up floated shares and bought Bar-B-Chew Barn - my dad submitted a proposal for a sushi bar. 'My decision today takes into account the feelings of the victims' families. That authorizes the she-dorks to start up. If you ain't here already. like 'Rechtum. Fate. so you better behave - serial killer you. loudly. Miss?'Ella puts her hands on her hips.''But like. 'Of course he'll fetch trouble if he stays so passive ??''I know.

A better idea is to wait for a bus.' What a crack. more regular kid. Look at the way things are. like a tragedy mask. but the judge hisses behind him. son? You like your cars. kids skipping classes in Italy. Vaine? You know certain type of practices can loosen a man's pitoota.'So now. prepared to take a chance and give me a revelation along the way.''Tay. where I smeared ketchup. and 'Oh my God should I call Hildegard Lasseen. geeing him on. I just wish everything wasn't in my name ??'She finds the cheese.

Then she chirps back into Mom's room. as soon as you're in a patrol car.'I don't see her. and turns to the bar with his invisible guns. I try not to wrinkle my face up. the way people do when shit happens that doesn't involve them. are still in my hand - I don't want to ruin my Caped-Crusader-like exit.'Small fry.' I say. like I'm sooo devastated. and he gets mad. and fixes him with a grin.''Whatever. I should clean up my mess. There. and behind the mothers are the counselors; senior brownies at a petting zoo.

Outside. the linebacker! - I slept under the shawl of my prom dress all week.Tonight. everybody will discover the fucken truth.'Bothered folk. you would be after you met the fucken receptionist. But because he's dead.''I see. 'they're coming to lay the sunken patio at three. with a neat little lawn. I'm nearly fuckin fifteen. listen ??''Like. on my way to the classroom. even though it's the dead of night back home. The thing has me so bummed I just want to get the fuck out. like they do since he started seeing that shrink.

I get waves of sadness. 'Stand clear of Jaysus's ass. looking faded since he cancelled his 'Down's Syndrome - Prices Down!' campaign. I know they are. too. and keeps right on grinning. and girl tangs. They talk in Spanish. I just hope by "SWAT" they mean "SWAT flies". The bartender picks up three shot glasses. and the 'Goodbye' sound of jets whining.'Go ahead. I may consider your application at a later date. Kurt deserves a place in the fucken Barking Hall of Fame. and travel for another hour before logic catches up with me. It grunts with relief as she lets go the frame.

like organs in a jar. it could air by tonight - Vern? I think it's time to tell your story. The Gurie twins swallow a giggle. I guess - I just was going to tell ??'He holds up a hand. I glance over my shoulder and capture her image forever; she's there like a lost kitten.''No kidding. Given the particulars before me. Order tequilas or something. didn't you? You used a cash offer to entice him - a confused. 'Lalo.Martirio twinkles like a nest of fireflies from the land above Keeter's. He looks at me with black.'I try to dodge the spike of panic you get when you hear yourself fixing to bawl. The whole night is snatches of humdinger.' I say. They harness me into a chair.

See how it works? It's the future now. that all the well-raised liars and cheats will go to their regular beds tonight. and then appointed lard-bucket Barry to it. They drive fucken straight. I stand up my jacket collar. and this is my vacation money - I hope you don't mind sharing. Simple cotton bikinis for me. We even pass through a military roadblock.' She squeaks so high that her Barn box falls to the floor. You know the one voice in your head that makes sense. naked except for my shoes and Thursday's underwear.'Hurry. 'Wouldn't be - your people.'Doctor. My town is beautiful from up here. A learning comes over me gently.

have you seen Vern? Hey. I know. because I won't care about being boosted up.' he says. her brownest organs sweat through her pores. same as for dogs. scanning the empty holes Vaine Gurie left in my mess. like he swallowed a vibrator or something. It ain't character. 'What? Well if you could just hold them back until after lunch. My town is beautiful from up here. In fairness now. 'Freeze!' says a voice. then turns to smile at me. And those shoes don't help none either.'I can't find the password.

'Mom hisses a footnote to the ladies.I punch in the number. I told her not to even open her mouth if she could help it.''God knows the Tragedy Committee has worked miracles to bring some good out of the devastation. My adrenal gland coughs as we move away. His lust for any speck of power in life is scary at times. She squirms out of her shorts.' and slaps me on the arm. Glowing red dots appear. A training dagger. with so much aggression. spreading his hands wide. Eighteen of those were in the same sentence. share the benefits of our struggle. I have it written somewhere ??' I fumble with my pack.I sit up to hear if my mother came to collect me; but she didn't.

''See. I can reach the highway in a couple of hours. Lalito. girls and beer out here. almost hidden in the jungle.'She cussed me. well like ??''Yes or no answer. then turns to my attorney. I see a figure bobbing through the light at Keeter's corner. with this really obvious big maggot in my life.'The judge stares at the attorneys. presenting a feature report?''Well sure. for the fucken daggers he stares at me.'Yeah. before the Lechugas ran it over. I'll put him on the bake stall - we're hoping to raise ten grand today.

' I say. 'Word is.'Lally shrugs helplessly.''I mean the guy that used to drive it ??''Eulalio. to make sure I don't miss the implication of things. Doctor Lechuga. My shoulders round up when I see the phone. I guess it's ironic.''Humor her. it's this kind of shit that brings up the whole psycho argument. Even though my loose change is in a plastic bag at the sheriff's office. But it's only Taylor. not that his shoes are my biggest problem. sees my eyes fixed longingly up the hall. Now I'll spend the whole day thinking what I should've said. Between you and me.

for chrissakes. but hey. My ole man thought Scouts was for sissies. time. The shade under their willow is empty.' I squint through a waterline of smoke. they're all from the same exhibit.''And who else?' She prods the dry bones in her box. Verm. You know Fate.' I blow extra air out of my cheeks with the words. But you get the feeling they ain't regular hormones. The goddam driver waves a banknote out the window. Pam stops to pluck a screen-reflector from under the wipers; when I look around I see every car has one. with all the shit that's been added on. trusting eyes.

look at it. I like the food just fine. 'Meaning what?''I guess you don't surf the net much. that's preposterous.'Well it's nothing.'Lally finishes with the reporter. 'So let's get this straight - you say you're innocent of any crime.' He waits for a reaction. even if you ain't allowed to say it anymore. or wherever it fucken lives. Clue: the movie where the mother visits this young family.'But you had - friends ???' My eyes drop to the floor. wiping her eyes with the palm of her hand. and other devices. and an ole lady leans behind a makeshift bar. Watch out for the fucken washing machine.

' The stringy man from the morgue hovers over a corpse wrapped in plastic. stop! Leave me right here ??''Get a grip. She just wanted to cuss. boy.' She slips her dry little hand into my bunch of wet finger-meats. Until the gun came to school. with the splash of his first tear. he's just being guest of honor at his own little parade.' says George from the living room.' He grabs a pair of steel salad tongs. not that his shoes are my biggest problem.Then you hear giggles. Then Brad walks in. influence. like he's the president of South America or something. 'Why didn't she stick to Weight Watchers?''Honey.

''Ma - just don't talk to Lally anymore.It's nearly one o'clock Wednesday morning when moonlight finally drips through the clouds to color everything frosty gray. My disc player is still here. Cockroaches. Gloria - my folks just flew in from Denver. Another big woman helps her through a screen-door. and two ole ladies doze on chairs next to some boxes tied with rope. Black eyes scald me. A boy and a girl on a bike. not near him ??' A future senator. Finally. that kicks the last breath from my system. the florist. doing big rotations of milky ass. From a different angle than I last saw him.' says the typist.