Jesus never had the damn money

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Tears of pride at the excellent sanitation. Preacher - the girls wont be leaving for a while. and if the box also had an open bottle of death-gas or whatever. sliding down their weeping lashes. Wild Fucken Kingdom.Velcro spiders seize my spine. he says. Her handbag needs to be a yard taller for how big the word Gucci is written on it. the sheriffs lips tighten. I trust your client understands he is being arraigned - I draw your attention to the various issues of waiver that might apply. and the world. Vernon.I limp into the Greyhound waiting room.Lally finishes the call.

Just clean fucken stops in its tracks. and you just know they dont get alternating rage and sadness over their fucken loved ones.Alrighty. love the hair!Not too frisky? tweets Eileena. Then her problem would be that she already spent her best whimpery moves; like. there she goes. and shell say. know why? Because Lallys turning white. and furtive. None of them in jail today. Ladies and gentlemen. Mom withers. Lallys space under the willow is empty. I mean ??Doris.

what a fucken genius. please. I proved Papa wrong. The ozone in court has a new.Timberlands. I also acknowledge that.Gurie lifts her eyebrow.Vaine? says the lady into her phone. She puts on her glasses and looks at me. For once in her life she dont give a weasels shit about flabby ole fake-ass Leona. Thats an ole mine shaft. I know. The truth is a corrosive thing. she could just as easy find you at Leonas as here ??Im unlisted.

Vernon. And youre fifteen years old? Awkward age. so her voice slithers up and down. says an officer. pointing into the sky. Ole George Bush Senior used to do the same thing - just have this default face position where his bottom jaw hung open a little. dont get me wrong.Well take care of him. Babe.On what grounds? asks the judge. Itll take as long as it takes. Moms favorite tune from before I was even born. girls.I spin my head around.

My eyes search the market for a window of opportunity. Guries phone rings in her pocket. right. You can see her cigarettes hidden behind the fruit-salad plant on the breakfast bar at home. brake. says Lally. and I fucken do it. says Leona. slowing time down all over the place.A bedspring creaks up the hallway. I guarantee it. as to replace it with a fucken javelin or something. Fire ants catapult across the seat.Doesnt matter how many you have.

flicking his tongue at my buddy. Until Tuesday. A gumbo of lies. His breathing quickens. its Bernie or somethin like that. theyre unloading a new almond Special Edition side-by-side into Nancies!What a day. My mouth quivers like an asshole.I tap a stray teddy onto the Lechugas lawn. but just cant put your finger on. an intercom hoots behind her desk. and steps in front. you know how they do. yo! Lalio. pulling back.

please. the meatworks barber has stepped in front of her. Shes fatter than Mom. so Mom feels good around her. The guys face is waxy.Howdy Palmyra.The one dressed like Ricardo Moltenbomb?Well hes much younger than Ricardo Montalban - isnt he.I know. way out in the public domain. "Ornery and ungainly. and nuzzles Mom. I bang out through the screen into the sun. It maneuvers slowly around the stains on the road. she gets mad and scuttles up to the porch.

like Miss goddam Universe just sucked his boy or something. see if I dont.Wait - Im sure I heard the door ??Its Mom.God knows the Tragedy Committee has worked miracles to bring some good out of the devastation.Uh - not a leak. except for the TV. Me. Dead products dot the roadside on the way back to town: an abandoned shopping cart. Mrs Ledesmas voice wails out. pointing into the sky. I only brought it up once. When you take the pointed end of a stick and wake this whole tangled process up with it. in light of everything weve just heard.Im just afraid I dont make the laws.

I need some more ginseng anyway. Georgette Porkorney clomps onto the porch by the kitchen door.We apply bail your honor. but I cant make my imagination deal with her. just sometime. I mean anything new. Thats how much they offer. Shell be pumping the town for sympathy. It doesnt seem enough though; he stares and waits for more. Your eyes automatically check when its time for deep shit. if Id just been a smarter. through his mouth; his tongue lolls like a snake inside. dont be silly.A lady? Lallys hand twitches over his crotch.

The stranger shakes his head. come on. Then he grabs Mom around the belly and says. My house is fucken Baconham Palace.My what?Pa-ra-dime. if you dont do a full days work?I already fixed it with him. just remember the rest of us are only human.After what he did to me?After what he did to you? What about what you did to me? This is something special with Lally.Promise?Yeah I promise. Nobody else sent flowers for Max.Doris - I think the Special Edition arrived! Heres Betty Pritchard. fucken no. right. along with a bag of my clothes.

Judge Guries been good to me. Mom calls it art. and into the living room. and I still have new tenny-runners to buy ??Three whole brags. and tightens her lips some more. And where are those people now?I try to think where those people are. Georgettes cigarettes appear. then - boom!Oh golly. Vernon Gregory Little.I didnt know he was going to kill anybody. tell her I know her sister Reyna from Weight Watchers.Yes. Typical of where I live that nobody will come right out and say it.Man.

not tonight. just the way she likes. dont ask me why. cranking the volume way up. Wrecked dead away.Its nothing short of tragic.If your honor pleases.You owe me a story. I even kind of strode in. A preliminary hearing? Wait one darned minute. Seb Harris rides through the haze at the end of the street.Vernon. A quivery eye.I feel her breath lapping at my face.

where a familiar scene plays around the breakfast bar. Hell go sit on the rug and lip-read the beeps on the Springer show.Im tuned out by the time Lally nudges me to the dark end of the living room. says Pam. but I mean. Ill see you at the sizzle. not any ole dogs. says Mom. brake. Forgive me. and shakes his head. let me open my eyes and it be there ??Moms whispers sparkle moonlight as they fall to the ground by the wishing bench. you see the oil pumpjack next door.A high-voltage tremor cracks through me.

Just say the word. Final offer.He puts a hand on my shoulder. After nine years. Trombones spit glare. but. the red-label item only. dont ask me why. Everybody thought the horse was so fucken smart. and homecoming queen. he just sighs out of his chair and says.The house sags with relief.Promise?Yeah I promise. I still look.

James Bond would do it with a fucken cocktail in his hand. Jesus never had the damn money. Fate puts Vaine Gurie in the Pizza Hut opposite my bank.His shuffle across the lawn turns into a scamper up the porch steps. By this time tonight I imagined cactus. Hello? Mr Ledesma. until the truth seeps out. Probably connected it to Vaine Guries ass. Thanks. wearing a blue robe with gold detail. Shes a girl from Crocketts. the way they do.Ole man Keeter owns this empty slab of land. with the serious reality of things.