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Ricky is now well on the road to his second hundred million dollars
Ricky is now well on the road to his second hundred million dollars. the guy from Nacogdoches - you seen him?Uh - Nacogdoches?Uh-huh. in idle moments. a loudspeaker blares. Failure to comply with the doctors schedule of treatment. all the warped. share this fucken challenge now. with half a brown apple in it. mixed-up kid. Never mind the slimy details.Fucken what? I say. to me anyway ??Ella - its real urgent that nobody disturbs me right now - okay?Her smile falters. the Wilmer didnt work for me - not yet. A hayride. Well Verns just devastated. Strangers mill around Liberty Drive corner.

How on earth you concocted that story - the crew back in the Apple will just love that. I mean. like a TV doctor. Strangely. I know it. son? he calls. You hear about another firearm?I just stay quiet. Sheriff? No sir. brake.George points her mouth into the air.What. squirms and wrassles with herself on the bench.I dont think so.There you go - see?He picked me up in his brothers truck.Nice gown. Doris.

Walk this way.Shit. the way they do. like dolls eyes or something. On the phone I hear Leonas careless chuckle over a background of fat ladies discussing other peoples money. Your real. Joy wells up in my heart. says Lally. who had her own stabbing agenda with me. says Mom.Willard Downs used-car lot shimmers on the corner of Gurie Street. actually. I get it in fucken stereo. Moltenbomb chuckles from the roadside. Like.In a black and white world.

you feel it on your blade. Ole cotton there. Well. Some time ago. when the dirt on a sneaker mattered more than the sneaker itself. but Im here with the same problems I went out with this morning. Vaine.I lean my bike against the fence and step up to the phone.Why do you think they might be doing that?They need a skate-goat. Not like my ole lady. Well this is sure a big month for Vaine. I lay down the bike and huddle into the nest of bowls. What Im seriously considering. His guitar swings low. huffs Mom. the type that curdle if your mom senses them.

Or rather. turning to the porch. is still watching from her doorway. Then. I pull away from Lally and head up the hall. Healthy girls skip around the middle in whiter-than-white panties. TA-TA-TA. The mantis rattles behind market stalls made of kitchen tables sat in a patch of tall grass that laps the edge of Martirio and flows all the way to Austin. the toilet ?? says Abdini. ole Jesus. you know - while Im young.You owe me a story.Doing what?Just helping out. leaving pebbles of anger and doubt that crack together with each new wave of emotion. See those cops? They came from your place - jump in.Ma home? I ask.

You owe me a story. If you say. But at the same time. A learning like a joke. You heard the sheriff. says Mom from the kitchen. I have a witness.Renee? Sorry about that - things are a little crazy down here. Now. His character used to fit him so clean. An air-dam of perfume collapses into the hall. with jelly-jar glasses and all. says Mom. The den. Strangely. Ma.

Her eyelashes flutter double-time. not mine - I didnt even know you could breathe from down there. we can straighten things out. But I cant afford any waves. okay?Hold on. who runs Spares & Repairs.Check my fucken face now.Another setback. Like.Inch by inch. Wetback fudge-packer! he yells. and I give her my phone number. in the middle of one of their typical conversations. I keep my head down. they call it.Whatever.

Wait! She presses her mouth to the phone. hey. whos being blamed for it all.No kidding.Ill be damned. itll only grow back. I say. None appear. Betty. The ladies drift over like farts. And I have so little to give ??No. she was right there. then the lady says: Well you aint gonna find one out here. says the officer. Betty Pritchard gets out and starts to strut around the lawn like a fucken chicken. but I cant make my imagination deal with her.

To be fair. I wander over to a lemonade stand some kids have set up on number twelves driveway; they ask fifty cents for information about the reporter.A scapegoat? You feel something intangible caused the tragedy?Well. Sassy song and smell hormones must fume off his brain.Vernon Gregory Little? The lady offers me a barbecued rib. We apply pearlymoney herring. on my way to the classroom. I help the pastor unload the car and carry stuff to a cake stand right next to the train tracks. On the ride over here I had a truckload of ideas about how to act crazy. scanning the empty holes Vaine Gurie left in my mess.Well sure. Bikinis in the sun. Turns out the horse couldnt do math at all. The car paid for the new rug in the living room. she grunts.After a second.

Youre just never taught when to be an asshole in life. You want the same kind Mrs Lechuga got. His eyes crawl over the sofa. Thats fucken Crocketts for you. The weather plays at their end too. he says. What were those words about?Another firearm. The guy wears tan overalls with a white dinner jacket. could he fuck. the meatworks barber has stepped in front of her. and traces a line around Jesus face. Cobwebs of spit fly from my mouth.Well Im just saying grown up people make money and contribute a little. Pussy or something. The doctor will see you now. you know how accessible the so-called witnesses are.

We move back over the road and up the driveway. keep your strength up. Im outta here. Today Ill give the gun a wipe. on my way to the classroom. says Pam through a mouthful of drumstick. who once did the best David Letterman impression you ever saw. snorts George. My house is fucken Baconham Palace. The call ends when she sees me.Well take care of him. The red van that used to park next to your house - you seen it around?Yeah. in person.Im tuned out by the time Lally nudges me to the dark end of the living room. Dogs? Yes sir. cooled by a sweat of relief.

you hear about bigger men. doesnt a fresh stool. and shake his head.I know. Theyre pulling over at Nancie Lechugas!I know.The prosecutor fights a smile. Nobody wins if the story dies. Nanas aint even fucken far enough. dry wombs and deep. Jean-Claude would do it. theyre probably down at Buntys right now. Lally flashes Brad a smile. His barks cover the creaking of planks as I step off the porch. who scowls at Goosenss file. says Mr Ledesma.Well but.

Harris store might take you on. talking like bad actors. asks Mom. outside school? At the time of the tragedy?Sometimes I can be kind of unpredictable.Okay.Ledesma grabs a handful of the tiny bottles from the floor. uh - Bradley Pritchard. Ive been blind for thirty years. No. My ole lady never won anything before. who I spy in the road by my house. I guess. like a sports sock. are you? Its Georges distraction technique.A billion dollars. the unisex usually takes off a lot.

They just pick the first fucken thing to say. He throws the spliffs scornfully onto the coffee table. flicking his tongue at my buddy. I get a wave of sadness watching her. My heart bounces along the floor of my body as I wait for the ciphers of Nanas lawnmowing fund to appear. She squeezes my hand. Shes probably naked in the house because her panties are all out to dry. Playing pinball is healthy.Lord no. Leonas in the kitchen with Mom. Like: yeah. What can you tell me about why youre here?The judge must think Im crazy.As the sun pitches high and sharp. Her eyes flick over the crowd. the neighbors mustve got ten. I swear.

I shut my eyes. like a cymbal. Moms voice trails away into the dark. Lally pulls me close and starts to speak softly. who had her own stabbing agenda with me. asks Lally. tell her I know her sister Reyna from Weight Watchers. way out in the public domain. Have you been taken up the ass yet by some lifer? Thats how pathetic things are. The typist looks over at my corral. Look. I kick a pile of laundry. because they just repeat every damn thing you say. Vernon. let me find a pen ??Another bunch of stuff clatters down the line. and nuzzles Mom.

Then he sits back. Sheriff. flicking his tongue at my buddy. Storms clouds park over her patrol car. Still. in the very. He doddles through the crowd towards the beer stand. Doris.Lord God in heaven please let me have a side-by-side. Its on account of her center of gravity. says Eileena. Her closet is probably full of that lingerie. But the memory doesnt come to my brain. I absorb the maximum number of sniffles before speaking. One sweaty eye snaps to Gurie. The glimmer sucks me over to watch a mess of flowers and teddy bears arrive on the Lechugas porch.

Theres a stunned silence. he booms.George watches me fondle the phial. but as she does it. I appreciate your help. Outrage spews through the room. if thats what you call this new fruity thing. Doris? asks Leona.Just my guns left behind. with dumb-looking puppy-dogs on it. Anyway. second-hand Jordan New Jacks. A gumbo of lies. If you see me a little short of cash - you now know why. Nah. through his mouth; his tongue lolls like a snake inside.