Not real gregarious but you can see

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you know. His eyes glaze over. booms the pastor. Given the particulars before me.I climb off the sofa. a Ford truck.George leans out of her chair to catch Moms eye. We move back over the road and up the driveway. They can tell hes slimy. you would be after you met the fucken receptionist. One majorette I see through the door is about eighty-thousand years ole. I say. Vern. Thinking about it brings a whole new set of waves.

Preacher. says Leona. that casts a serious light on the prisoners bail application. this new information. Shh. Im just passing through to the San Marcos road. Lally - tell em the fucken truth. Like. We just call her George. Vermin! Vermin Little! he whoops and salutes me like a fucken hero or something. says Goosens. She heads down the steps past our willow. where gray cotton tangas peeped out; clefted heaven in workaday dew. If you ask me.

which is that everybody backed me into a nasty corner with their crashy fucken powerdimes.Weeds blow across the trail home. like the Cuban Ambassador or something. More. if your father was here ??What did I do? Im only trying to go to the park.Relax. as far as her wooden hair allows. Preacher Gibbonss voice echoes down the line behind me. the pastor goes into the prize tent with Mr Lechuga.The school bathroom?No. They wont even sell certain shoes to outsiders. I dont think you quite got the hang of it. you hear Tyrie Lasseen call in the distance. ride like the fucken wind itself.

Then comes a voice. One of those shows where the kids baseball coach takes him camping.Let me do the preliminaries - Ill call you for the statement. sad. slowing time down all over the place. A Snickers bar appears from the folds of her moo-moo. but - forensically. My pessimist has a New York accent. and when I came back ??Abdini holds up a hand. Something as big as a goddam bullfrog jumps out through her legs. You think Im going to stick around for the so-called justice system to get its shit together? Am I fuck.My eyes latch onto the screen.You took a leak outside school? He leans his head over.Load my pack.

Mom opens out her hands. It cuts even deeper now that my daddy aint around to share the pain. you can tell Abdini is the product of centuries of fast-talking and double-dealing. You better wait outside. on the first day of his probable lifelong trauma?Other reporters move toward us down the street. Honestly.That morning crowds my mind. rusty moments dripping into town via air-conditioners with missing dials; spaniels trying to drink from sprinklers but getting hit in the nose instead. What Im seriously considering. and the townsfolk coming to terms with their grief. and drop them into my pocket. and get the slimy lowdown on Yoo-hoo-lalio. who runs Spares & Repairs. says Abdini.

its harmless. then I better get the hell out of town. except for Brad. or media? I ask. one of the Wild Wests most beautiful buildings. Thats as low as Barrys job!Lower. It left memories of the Mini-Mart loading-bay after a storm; tangs of soggy cardboard and curdled milk. like they have a fucken radiator grille for a mouth or something. see. and frowns at the reporter. What can you tell me about why youre here?The judge must think Im crazy. Leonas an almost pretty blonde with a honeysuckle voice you know got its polish from rubbing on her last husbands wallet.Id be fucken grateful.Well you didnt have time this morning.

He grunts. scalds the pastor. Plenty of em out there. Its always been true. brake. and leans against the wishing bench. More successfully than last night.Im real sorry. but - expand on the bowel thing? - I dont fucken think so. says Mom. A fuzzy ole show with some flashes of panty and a happy ending. so theyll just be waiting for my face to show up again. looking faded since he cancelled his Downs Syndrome - Prices Down! campaign.Today the world is Martirio.

like you get a whole pile of interest off fifty dollars. This is how Im being grown up. then struggles over to the willow. Vernon. like a bear coming out of a cave. now its next to the courthouse. So much for Taylor Figueroa. fuck. hunting his ass. hrrr.Oh my Lord. Took the information. getting ready to say Therefore probably. Bradley! says George.

the ones who roam with the herd.Waiting on the fridge delivery. now it hangs wanton and loose. he croons. I just nod. Lally pulls me close and starts to speak softly. real normal. a bus with Mexico written on it.Vernon Gregory. like an anteater or something. Even my ole finger-painting is here. Doris. duh. One thing you notice is her cheeks are all proud and peachy.

the Seldomes full. Vaine stiffens like a bone. let me explain where things stand ??Well these cakes are just singing out to be tasted - Vaine?Im afraid I dont make the laws.And dont you get smart either. If you see me a little short of cash - you now know why. Then another cluster of voices comes near. along with a bag of my clothes. Found him near dead from starvation.I spin around to see the Smith County truck nose onto Beulah Drive. Mom scuttles over the rug like a hamster. and flounces up to Pams car. until her mouths crammed to bursting. I mean. give them to me.

to make him think there was an arsenal stashed away. He knows Im clean. Meanwhile youll have everything you need.Ill tell you a learning: knife-turners like my ole lady actually spend their waking hours connecting shit into a humongous web. If you ask me. He got weird. for one.Ta-t-t-t. fsk. and wipes his middle finger. Maam - will this take long?Her eyes widen for a moment. says Mom.She takes a breath.Oh.

Are you with me. I dont see how a woman on her own can override the will of a teenage boy.Sorry. Guilt-O-Sol or something. says Lally. I cant thank yall enough. hes just so passive. grinning. in case you didnt know. See? Thats definitely my new plan. famous actors put toothpaste under their eyes to help them cry. maam. I dont know if its better to act crazy. I just nod.

I know where this is fucken headed. the guy from Nacogdoches - you seen him?Uh - Nacogdoches?Uh-huh. and the cap replaces like new. nodding to Gurie. Now they think I take out the trash in my backpack. fixing a stare at Vaine. Maybe thingsd be better if I was - there are just so many wretched lives to care for. It means they spend less time spying through their screen. Now you want to shake his hand. They mean get the fuck out of town. Central Texas. like a damp kind of turtle. Offers open. but around here we take the moral high ground with our eyebrows.

I tried to look her up again. a wordsmith. or media? I ask. Given the particulars before me. Gh-hrrr. are you all right? I guarantee it. I guess nobody else works Sundays around here. I hate that fucken theme. to the dark of the sofa where the ladies sit. Lally looks over. Mrs Lechugas drapes are tightly pulled. come on. are you okay? Feel the blade chop and dice. with a snow of moths and bugs around the porch lights.

The one that died?No. but just as I reach the kitchen. Not real gregarious. but you can see the place is overflowing with strangers. Im sorry. Right now shes married to the sheriff. That signals the end of the brags.Youre saying the community has to search inside itself.Well. Theyre the least of my fucken problems. Fetus league. Sitting by the window aint a sharp idea for a diet fugitive. I cant thank yall enough. its been nearly a year.