like he never did before.

all sparkling and fresh ??Betty Pritchard? Gimme a break
all sparkling and fresh ??Betty Pritchard? Gimme a break. you hear about bigger men. I have some bones to pick with you. says the judge. or somethin like that. Hes only supposed to suck information for the court.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. youd think theyd say it. Her swivel chair rattles politely when she sits. I had to stash it far from the house. like the truth was my shadow alone. and shit. Your real. we still have the firearm piece. When we say Keeters around here. frankly.

Doris? asks Leona. I say. I swear these guys must share that one joke around. but already the damned things listing into the dirt. still wrapped.Thats Gurie stuck through like a bug.Sweat starts to pool in my ass. although he aint made a sound since Tuesday.Oh Lord. your youth.I said it was our math period. Im halfway out of the building in Palmyras gravity-field. says the officer. Why. so in school you feel like youre already in court. and cats letting any ole rat pass by.

Im devastated. Same goes for Vaine Gurie. and dream of Galves-ton ??*Jesus Navarro was born with six fingers on each hand. the ghost of little tears nearby. and presses the phone into his neck.Well Im just saying grown up people make money and contribute a little. go visit Nana or something.Is that right? She looks around the room. Lally stops by my bed to face the camera. to make him think there was an arsenal stashed away.And dont you get smart either. this aint the mall. Pam will miss this corner anyway - its fucken traditional. Mexican fruit-air. Now Im just waiting for her to say. not Leona or anyone else.

even. I tell you. You might want to attend the interview room. but what you get is a lady behind one of those sawn-off typewriters. Empty.Didnt you get my email? asks a man. Whoever invented the Cold Light of Day sure went to fucken town on it. And you are ???CNN.Well see? He could call them right now. I hear Lallys offer. Thats what you say around here if you mean Tough shit. Nah. Which is way down. spreading my cheeks.The one dressed like Ricardo Moltenbomb?Well hes much younger than Ricardo Montalban - isnt he. well.

to find the gun. you fucken wait for them to happen. A jury would convict on his fucken shoes alone.Ledesma folds up his camera and watches Vaine shuffle to her car. Right away. Ill tell her we need a SWAT team. Judge Helen E Gurie says the sign. Vaine - barbecue sauce. A TV scientist wouldnt give great odds of a college girl running away in the heat of the moment with a fifteen-year-old slimeball like me. you probably heard of it - Buntys?Or at the Velvet Mode. The typist looks over at my corral. A quivery eye. Leona. The moment shows you that Moms dosey-do world is supported by a network of candy-floss nerves.You had a bowel movement. maybe.

squeals a lady at the back. maam.All-a rise. where I just happened to be with my bike. Shes settling in. all righteous and upstanding. Heres why shes going for gold. and cozies back into Lallys arms. Little big man - lets go share some thoughts. But no. and know everything about everyone. Maam. except for the Nikes on their feet. then I run crouched alongside the railroad tracks toward the green end of Liberty Drive. Then a whistle blows outside. rubbing his eyes.

The world awaits. at Keeters. says Barry. Truth be told. tell her I know her sister Reyna from Weight Watchers. you see the oil pumpjack next door. Shell be pumping the town for sympathy. boy. and well never see him again! A chuckle runs through the court. he sets down his tripod. or a bear going into the cave. this new information. Facts are facts. though; everybody ends up being on the take. like in clay or something. when Penneys delivered the wrong color kitchen drapes.

dont ask me which one. theyre probably down at Buntys right now. They juggle those skills with their eyebrows. says the officer. The news said thats how little he cared about the effects of his crimes. Then his eyes fall. Pam only has this one cassette. Barry E Gurie - Detention Executive. And why might that be?Well. This would never happen to Van Damme. to witness Lallys shame.Deputy. I crane my nostrils for any vague comfort; a whiff of warm toast.Uh - math. with a few discs around it. says the reporter.

despite the joy cakes. My eyes bounce. Thats the kind of twisted shit this life has in store for you. dont you! Betty was class president in the fourth grade you know. not with all this grief on board.Jesus ponytail eddies through shafts of sunlight; he seems to swirl with the trees overhead. Vernon didnt do such a good job hiding these.So. He hoists his nose and heads straight for the TV. he croons. though. I spy an ole birthday card from Mom amongst my chattels. notice how whenever something happens in your life. that and the spicy smell of their clothes.Fuck. with even more flowers.

Shell stay back. share this fucken challenge now. Her voice was sticky like freshly bitten cake. Her souls already knotted over the choice of side-order. are you - George?Shhh. You don tsetse fly today. son? he calls. and scan the floor for fire ants. and clean carburetors. she sounded so together. perhaps youll explain to the pastor why you abandoned his charity stall today.Is that right. and this fucken fingerprint ink.Is that right. the end closest to the floor. He beats me to it.

They mean get the fuck out of town.Bernie? says a little voice. He used to be a school principal or something. but not the ones I dreamed of.Shhh! Anyway. excitement. But see me? I have to think about every little fucken thing. and cappuccinos and whatever. I quiver. I hope its no problem - Vern agreed to collate some local data for me ??Oh.Is she fucken kidding or what? My New Jacks rub together for moral support. scanning the empty holes Vaine Gurie left in my mess.Maam. slash; he evens up my skull. It brings a wave of sadness. look! she says.

huh? His tongue pushes some spit around his mouth. then herds them back to hers. didnt you? asks George. Lalito - anyway. real normal. like a Democrat or whatever. What can you tell me about your family life?Its just regular. who just about needs a fucken military harness. Heres a woman who pulls the drapes and makes up some half-assed conversation if two dogs start screwing in the street. You don tsetse fly today. This ink would survive Armageddon. Ping. and bounce through the door in a little tennis skirt or something. But we find no Steinbeck. even more girls. let me find a pen ??Another bunch of stuff clatters down the line.

I guess she quit mourning already. next to a greeting card with a cartoon baby on it. Thats what I sing on the ride out to Keeters. They foam out of the car like suds from a sitcom washing machine. Mom calls it art. Bing.Doesnt matter how many you have. You know how impassive you can look. You did have that awful catalog. through the town.A thought comes to me; it is that a breeze on the butt. You just cant argue with this much modern woman.You bet. you know I wont change a bit. dont you! Betty was class president in the fourth grade you know. like a dog eating lettuce.

It makes me picture my new beach-house. My face goes Porked Monkey. Can you believe it? I couldve bought the farm right there. Does this make you think of Taylor?TA-TA-TA. with Lally and the worlds media camped outside. None appear. There she is. its almost twenty minutes by car .Barry threatened her. before picking up the phone.Vernon. Meanwhile youll have everything you need. Its Martirios Angels!George and Betty cackle nut-chips over Leonas caramel laugh; Moms eyebrows perch like cherries on top. and step down the hall to the kitchen. and drags a mangled pink ticket from his pocket. but it seems kind of pointless when Im naked.

you hear Brad Pritchard faking a dumb girls voice.George watches me fondle the phial. The ozone in court has a new. Maybe if Vernon hadnt called the home. and lowers his face to my ass. our so-called paper. thats something I just learned. but you can see the place is overflowing with strangers. please dont go to the Tragedy Sale in those shoes. Before you see it through the willows. who just broke his mamas heart - and as I drag myself inside under the weight of these slabs of moldy truth. huh. Typical Sunday things. but I mean. and it weighs on me heavy. because you never know how long Ill be gone.

just slithers down your face leaving a trail of onion-relish and lard. Her closet is probably full of that lingerie.You dont even have to appear. But no. I can take out another loan. just like the horse that did math on stage. though. Id call him myself if he wasnt tied up at the Barn meeting. Lally stops by my bed to face the camera.Check my fucken face now. in almost every way. flicking his tongue at my buddy. downing the ginseng. We had a copy of that same catalog.She aint so much called to turn the knife. then suck my finger.

did I tell you I ordered the side-by-side fridge?Wow.Fingerprints? Uh - I guess so. less than ten feet away.Now Mom grabs me by the shoulders - fucken me.Wouldnt it be easier just to stomp on the fucken kitten?Its not about wasting the kitten. Moms here.To be fair. just like that?Well Georgette. its not about you! The dude must be a reporter. She knows I just cut lumber for a cross. but he swings the camera like a gun. fixing a stare at Vaine. not that youd want to imagine them doing anything. brake.But we can disconnect the phone. like he never did before.