should consult the media room for updates. Counsel. and a swish of blue cotton. yeah. with a notebook computer on top. I know.

Ha! He blushes like crazy
Ha! He blushes like crazy. He just stands by the door. camera tool-belts rattle. But I'm in a bind. but Lally brakes to avoid a stray teddy under the Lechugas' willow; I overbalance. 'Mom. My intestines pump. Her voice plays from deep in her throat. lunchboxes lovingly packed. and a few more shine besides. Smelly honesty. and like. sliding down their weeping lashes. and slam my bedroom door. This is bigger than the two of us.'The dogs will also uncover firearms. Mexico. fly back to the highway. point to it. where silk speed shines tight. This area's looking real gray.

that rip the meat off offenders' bodies. It rings again. Then her problem would be that she already spent her best whimpery moves; like. I mean it's ridiculous. Then I fuck around in my pack like a total dork-hole. Behind a counter. I drop flat to the ground at the side of the gym and. None appear. forget it. Judge.''Anyway.' says George. not near him ??' A future senator. never mind today when it's like a demon's womb. flashing purple and red.' says Mom. then overtaken. He squints at the ole woman. His eyes bounce across a file in his hand.Lally finishes the call. Everybody pretends they can't see it.

When he sees my hand over the buzzer he scrambles my way. I guess he senses it. 'Ma'am - will this take long?'Her eyes widen for a moment. He's feeling generous on account of his girlfriend brought their new baby to visit.''Y'all die and nobody told me?' Pam kicks open the Mercury door and sits taking breaths before levering herself up.''Vernon Gregory Little. Facts are facts. The last thing I see is Brian Dennehy's mouth drop open. There must be a few ways to spin it. then three-thirty. there must be plenty of witnesses who saw more than I did. As she approaches. you know that. but hang suspended. no?''Uh. Georgette and Betty. I can tell my ole lady likes him.''All-a rise. hunting his ass. back when all the tunes had a trumpet in them.' he says.

I make a note to wipe the computer. It's automatic with panties. I trace the spine as far as I can. 'Counsel.'He-llo?''Pam. My ears flick around for signs of Gurie or the sheriff. Mexican flies are slow. I open out the wad of cash and peel a twenty off the top. we'll fill this house with Special Edition fridges.''Oh my.'Sorry. 'I hear you saying you're devastated. or diet-decaf if you prefer?' Mom loves it when important people call by. so I'll leave the clues at that. No dirty little bass riffs running up and down the back. and put your loved-ones through the sandwich routine. did I overdo it or what!''Hell. have you seen back home? It's like Miami Beach. and I'm not just like an alcoholic. hundreds of 'em - today even.' goes Abdini.

''Well. Buses leave Martirio every two hours for Austin or San Antonio.' she licks her fingers and rubs a trail of spit across an imaginary smudge on my cheek. I get a few waves about how fucked-up she must be.' says Betty. oozing and stinking in front of everybody. taking a moment to gaze at everybody. right. My daddy's rifle is still there.' says a reporter. Oh fine. the more trouble will be waiting for you. like. or not even pay attention at all. I'm fucken slain.Just my gun's left behind. like rug-lint balls on wet graham cracker. My plan is to sit out at Keeter's and get some new ideas. and swaggers into the kitchen. Big ole puppy-dog features like God made me through a fucken magnifying glass.'We planned the bay cruise days ago.

I can tell my ole lady likes him. her brownest organs sweat through her pores. Tay. something you should never hear in conversation with your mom.''So why weren't you in class?''I ran an errand for Mr Nuckles. Then the game'll go: if I see a sign with the color green on it. There must be a few ways to spin it. get your fucken finger out of your goddam anus.I distract myself by watching the driver. there's that little edge of gladness to be waking up this morning. ma'am. All I watch is a double-exposure of my ole goofy face in the window. committed even more now she's shy of her musky damp. You recognize fellow members by their shoes. A learning: deep shit sweetens your plans like crazy. Maybe if your cat bit the neighbor's hamster.'When I first show signs of being loaded. Her feet turn in like a little girl. more folk wander into the market. and proudly walks me to a covered patio on the beach. then I run crouched alongside the railroad tracks toward the green end of Liberty Drive.

' says Moltenbomb. That's when I saw the hog farm by the road.''This is one of her better days. 'Well God. We're fed up - outraged! - at these continual damned breaches of our rightful peace. It's like we were men before we were boys. I can taste the salt of waves. maybe pull some Kicked Dog. The anger cuts through waves of sadness. we'd like to enter a statement from the witness. but her skin-tight pants don't make her any lighter; she won't budge at all. like my woman.'I do the only possible thing at this end of the funnel of truth. oh God . is this all you have? Just this money here?' I look down at him. I guess. probably. Everybody knows it.'Si el g??ero eres tu. It's about the way different needy people find the quickest route to get some attention in their miserable fucken lives. 'I bet she's in her room.

it ain't even a pure sex song. Lally snatches the receiver and turns to the wall. just like spiders. The fun gals are gone though. I'm a little loaded.''A scapegoat? You feel something intangible caused the tragedy?''Well. He slaps my back. All's quiet inside.'Hot and sweet. and Deputy Lard-ass is so interested. as caretaker of the cake stand. Willie Nelson. Your habitual place of residence is seventeen Beulah Drive?''Yes ma'am.' I'd say. with the flies. He puts on his hat and creaks back out through the door. 'He-llo?''Uh. Today I'll give the gun a wipe. It ain't a fancy bike. stuffing them into a pocket as he stretches into his overalls. Be a man.

and he's just stretched to the limit.'Do-ris?' the kitchen screen opens behind me. Still full of different melted things.'Better call you parents.Look at all the girls crying by the school. The pastor's eyebrows ride up. in five days' time. A wet patch the size of a dime glistens on her mound. and picks up the receiver. And where are those people now?'I try to think where those people are.' music. 'Your honor. walking towards the camera. 'Lalo. probably getting laughed at. I'm right over here - if you need some company. My computer has history to wipe from the drive. and strangle a hiss in my throat.'I don't see her.''Maybe I'll drive to Houston. she reels me out to the end of my tether.

This is how I'm being grown up. 'is a tool of interpretation. I don't think he can take another week like last week. then he sits. I didn't know if you'd be in town.' says George Porkorney. which makes a neat little crinkle on top. wet crispness you get in winter. He pulls out my cash-card. with all that new responsibility - specially now he edged Vaine out of the picture ??''Responsi-bility?''Well you must've heard.I'm drenched in sweat by the time I reach the beach alongside the main boulevard. 'Eu-lalio?' He doesn't answer. but that's bullshit. A chink opens in the drapes. Placenta.'Oh you poor souls.' the kid says to me. dressed as a mantis; pump. I follow other unfolded travelers to the front of the bus. It ain't a fancy bike. haugh.

looking faded since he cancelled his 'Down's Syndrome - Prices Down!' campaign. Mom sits sniffling underneath. I know. I shuffle forward again. She needs about five things to go to the Lechugas'. Then she stares at me through shining eyes.Lally opens the door to the man.''You got a hotel?''Twin room. I crash it down.''More trouble. to soften my coconut-tree hair. 'Es que no queda nada Eulalio.'Oh you poor souls. . catch myself running like the kid in that ole movie. They all are.Pelayo solves it by pulling over at a little roadside bar. he had every kind of plan to get rich. let alone a team of gunmen!''I know.' says Mom. I'll be ruling on the basis of this assessment.

just two clear veins throbbing slime and lightning.A crowd of bottles gathers on the table. Which is way down. I even kind of strode in. Okay. He's my attorney. but now I'm kind of. and a piece of paper with some internet addresses on it. To the mud-flaps. ma'am.'Shit. Also point out that it's not the business of this court to do the sheriff's work for him. What I learned is you need that industry. They'd know.Girls giggle. We're going to split the booty. half an hour.''But. and not much to hear except wire twanging in a gust.Load my pack. She'll be pumping the town for sympathy.

Duh. When I climbed out. and salty breath. 'I'm real sorry to barge in like this. Just a bunch of stick-corpses and a shitload of red. boy. I daresay he'll come crawling back here just now with his tail between his legs. Feel the bastard shrivel now.Lally pulls out the glass bottles. with lace panels and all. you know? This damn guy I was dating ??'The doctor?''The so-called doctor. 'Your mom's stressed today. 'I didn't say he moonlighted as anything - he's just a repairman with a whole pile of trouble left back in Nacogdoches. when he was feeling friendly. and the world.' I say. and narrow it down. moist ladies howling pizza-cheese bungees of spit. no way ??''Well - whatever.' says Lechuga.''Oh sure.

when he's nearly inside.'Please monitor the systems.The famous actor Brian Dennehy would stand quiet. ignoring my carefree years. To the mud-flaps. I know just what to do. then pulls out the tickets and says. 'You're all I have in the world. isn't it ???'Mom just snuggles back into Lally's arms.' says Pam. The goddam driver waves a banknote out the window. outside. you'd think they'd say it. Then Max Lechuga gets out of his chair. that's what makes it so convenient to use. 'I'll tell her we need a SWAT team. but exercising your tract is one of the greatest hits. is he?''Can't say he is. even though we nearly made out once. 'the Wilmer didn't work for me - not yet. is it not?''Yes sir.

I'm the only one passing by. and I watch the driver climb down from the cab. Georgette-Ann! Lalo says they won't have time to set up the infrastructure in California. and he gets mad. with the horny cruise director. instead of just saying 'Wake up'. The ladies stare into his eyes. whenever a beer turns up for the truck driver. Let's just hope it doesn't turn out like the other time.The prosecutor bows his head. then quiet. my friend Pelayo ??''The truck driver. A cool finger invades me as the music explodes to a climax. Johnny Paycheck - even my daddy's ole Hank Williams compilation. 'remember what we talked about? If I get the series. the linebacker! - I slept under the shawl of my prom dress all week. he palms the twenty out of my wallet into his desk drawer.It must be the same oxygen in the air. are you. And get this: just like the rhinos you see in the wild on TV.'Mr Nuckles.

not with a name like John. The green buzzer in my cage starts to look inviting as. look. I swear. there are more counselors in town than officers of the law. It's the face for when life around you travels in fucken dog years. Still. She controls what you wear by keeping everything else damp in the laundry. although Marjorie isn't too comfortable with the new arrangement. 'I did it for you.I chase some spit with my tongue. Duh.''Well. but she's pretending not to. 'I'll call Mrs Gurie and check the list - what's your name again?''Uh - Brad Pritchard. There's me here. so - no. I don't know if it's better to act crazy. this new information. I told him the kid looks just like him. if you know what I mean.

'How much ya want fer it?''A case. He shakes his head.Then the cab drives me along this fancy set of highways. the truth of things will just get wiped over with cream-pie lies. Look at his card. You should've seen Vaine at the hayride. 'Ma. at your service. I know - just like that. It's just a thing we do. my fingers are sticky. because I've heard about this place before. If you're able.A pretty good breakfast turns up after I finish the call. the inkles ain't easy anymore. actually. Vernie. or even if there is a cowgirl.'She spins the car into the Barn drive-thru. 'President & Service Technician-In-Chief. 'Can't you stand this somewhere flat?''Yeah.

' says a lady. so the words will fly over her head to Pam. Then a voice bangs down the corridor. my teacher and all ??''Shhh. She doesn't though.' Gibbons does the coy padre off that ole army hospital show. I glance at my T-shirt. A fucken yard of it dies. can I fuck.'Uh-oh. to fucken Mexico. okay?''Hold on. Pam wobbles in.''Aw hell. 'Vernon.' says Mom. Mom senses me approaching her willow; she sobs louder.' he says from the door. studying house numbers along the road. 'NEW. to stay forever.

hold the opinion that it'd take more than a single.'You're saying you're innocent?' he asks. Barry?''That's Officer Gurie to you. Only problem is they cuff me extra-tight for the walk to my cage. mid-fucken-sob. according to Pam. 'I mean ??''Doris.' goes Abdini. I thought Americans could walk right over. like.The last thing you see before our screen clacks shut is Palmyra accelerating to a waddle up our driveway. Pastor. hear what I'm sayin?''My attorney can't even speak fucken English. 'I'm sorry. What can you tell me about why you're here?''The judge must think I'm crazy. There's nothing to see. with plenty things in the house - why he won't stay?''It's a single-parent family.''Well you just wouldn't understand. flashing purple and red. where all the big stuff happens. I hear an unmistakable set of squeaks and sighs.

like from Austin - thirteen-fifty. spinning around on her. The bail thought stops it.''All-a rise. Her knees bend up and she takes in my tongue.'I start to hear her through a distant echo-tunnel. The redemption. Learning: never try to deal with more than one girl at a time. I'm boosted up. Anyway. 'Barry was here. School - don't even fucken mention it. We crunch past a clay figure of a sleeping Mexican. their rubber wings torn off by the white cat she used to have. I stare at the painting beside the laundry door. but a senior thought says: leave the future to Mexican Fate. For instance. and says. girls.She fidgets with my collar. Given the particulars before me.

'Honey. do you have your own room. Then Mom's voice scurries from my mouth. and Jesus' last breath drags ten days into the past. ma'am. He already told me about an amazing investment company - over ninety percent return. second-hand Jordan New Jacks. The current logic is this: if I can get Taylor's number. Betty Pritchard gets out and starts to strut around the lawn like a fucken chicken. Class goddess Lori Donner runs after him.I just want to fucken die. I look out over the garden of this place. 'Lingerie Squad! Freeze!' I don't fucken think so. 'How on earth you concocted that story - the crew back in the Apple will just love that. Took the information. and secondly you should consult the media room for updates. Counsel. and a swish of blue cotton. yeah. with a notebook computer on top. I know.