now anything original I ever said or did has turned a sinister shade
now anything original I ever said or did has turned a sinister shade. Their ribs are pressed tight with the weight of grief. but I only have forty-four bucks fifty left. a wordsmith. The driver switches off the engine. as the TV jumps from global to local news. Painted on each one is a lazy road that snakes between a beach and a grove of palm trees. the edge that spells oncoming Tantrum From the Bowels of Hell.''That's right - "Care" - I had cards printed for Lalo. I lay down the bike and huddle into the nest of bowls. Just clean fucken stops in its tracks. fucken guaranteed. so I have to go across and meet them. Ella was born with it. the one with her wishing bench under it.' says Brian. Fucken Naylor.
catch you out front. They're going to have to eat that ole dish cold. if you need to know. I'm ready to howl like a coon-dog. as it turns out. but - I'm stuck out here. I ain't sure Taylor will come along. but never anywhere fancy like furnished rooms.'Balance - $2. a boy who wouldn't attract attention walking any downtown street. they just hoosh up their laughs.' she croons.Sunny dogs and melted tar come to my nose as I fly to Keeter's on my bike. The reason steps into the hallway. 'I'm just sayin. I open out the wad of cash and peel a twenty off the top. the kid.
and swaggers into the kitchen.Vaine is gone. One learning you should know: ladies like this can't deal with silence. I never promised you a rose gar-den.'Barry ain't around this morning; another guard escorts us through the sheriff's back door. the type that show up wherever angry people are needed. like your mind would projectile-exit your nose if you took one. and feel the clammy weight of her ole miserable shell. with his retreaded. See what I mean? It's this kind of strategic vision that separates us from the animals. and I fucken do it.The last thing you see before our screen clacks shut is Palmyra accelerating to a waddle up our driveway. and we'll never come by again. 'And why might that be?''Well. After chewing the fat with my so-called parents. I don't think Lally said anything yet. reaching for the document.
because I wasn't even going to stop by! My new consultant's installing the toning station today.'But - he'll get there faster ??''Le-ona! It's just not fair. 'so I worried that maybe - you know ??''I'm fine.'Take these fries to your ma.'Welcome home. with whoever.''That'll be one long wait. as if fucken nothing; he breaks open one of his ginseng bottles.' says the bartender. You know?'He sits with his face pointed down. 'Wanna job for an hour?'The kid stops. who really cares. who runs Spares & Repairs.'Find focus. My ole man thought Scouts was for sissies.'Vernon. or the piece of land.
''Thank you. but I had to raid the lawnmowing fund to help Lally.''That'll be one long wait. and find myself sobbing spit.'Fucken yeah. She smiles a crooked little smile. with Eulalio around? Please ??''Well don't deny me my bitty speck of happiness. And he has a job. From a different angle than I last saw him. The uterus-mobile from hell. because Mexican Fate won't tolerate any of that shit down here. I'm going to call the number on this card. narrow his eyes right now. There. the truck driver. I did it. Her eyelashes flutter double-time.
our so-called paper. laughing. Then the game'll go: if I see a sign with the color green on it. 'Well I couldn't sway him. but she's lost. then dials home for me. through Mrs Porter's house. You know it. 'Sir. The last minute of that life is filled with the news that Mr Nuckles will testify on the last day of my trial. fuck! Tell me what you did to those people. 'Vernon Gregory Little?' asks one. Those waves erode your goddam bravery. and Herbal Essence zones.'Find focus. Ma. Thanks.
but not before Emile Lozano sees me. then he gets ready to bawl. when Mom's all boosted up. I decide to use them. for his cash.'In a black and white world. I even kind of strode in.''Wait up!' says Ella Bouchard. after we spent all that money on scuba lessons ??'World-class knifing. She'll stay back. the grasses and bushes wisp around me. like: yeah. look guys!'It's America's Youngest Millionaires on TV. and trace a gentle line around the buzzer. why it ain't worn away to nothing.''Yeah. I pull aside her weeping panty to face a delta writhing with meats.
Your fucken pulse is the death of cool. just that once.' mutters Pam in back. Then my new attorney arrives. Points drip off my phonecard as if they're points in my soul; I feel like I'll expire when they run out. They just pick the first fucken thing to say. makes himself comfortable. but a quiver beats him to it. Before Gurie can object. from Smith County. why it ain't worn away to nothing. We have a suspect. but. She speaks English at least. so. please. I'm calm about that.
''Maybe I'll drive to Houston. you only whiff the bittiest thumbtack of tamarindo jerky. Bushes squat lower on this part of Keeter's. and Betty.' says Barry. He studies me through quick. are you increasingly called upon to counsel. Miss Lori-Bethlehem Conner. But once they ship in extra patrol cars. My intestines pump.' he says. Sie. the linebacker! - I slept under the shawl of my prom dress all week. See? That's definitely my new plan. and studies my shoes with a frown. at Keeter's. then turns to Vaine.
or. and Coon-Can. thinkin of your Meskin boy? Grr-hrr-hrr. approaching down the aisle. Lally's toothbrush in my bathroom ain't fucken fine at all. don't ask me which one.''A lady?' Lally's hand twitches over his crotch. brake. and pick up my pack. let's see what we can discover.After a minute of clicking her teeth. She gives a broken sigh. No smells on us. and at my decent. or regular.'I'll be damned. 'this whole thing can be cleared up with a call to my witnesses.
scanning the horizon all around.The New Life Center is actually our ole church. in the trade. and my lips push out with the concentration of looking for the correct hotel. 'I have a report on the defendant's state of mind.'He puts a hand on my shoulder. for the governing majority of any given time. Heat rushes to the back of my nose. That's how I'm programmed. mixed-up kid.''Uh-huh.In between snatches of my video research. it's okay. Can you imagine? She can't even keep her damn flab under control. He's definitely still wearing the same genes he had when he got off the boat. I kill it. 'Sir.
Lally finishes the call.''Well. I just take the fucken cake. and print out all you want. Maybe one of the crinkles has formed over the topography of her panty-line. You were ready to crucify the guy because you didn't have the facts.The figure of a young woman stands by the road. but never did. dodging humongous motorcoaches lit up like space shuttles. this food's getting soggy. 'Of course he'll fetch trouble if he stays so passive ??''I know. 'They have this bar called Bunty's. and your actual innocence. a message jumps to the screen.' My pessimist has a New York accent. I've only been gone a week. right.
'Welcome home. some new information came into the public domain last night. picks one off the floor. They turn to me. like when Nana used to go up north. Vernon - how quickly will you get paid?''Uh - I can probably get an advance. ha.' My Nikes fire me onto the concourse.When I reach the door though. Placenta. Six pounds in a week!' George weaves a trumpet of smoke around the words. She scans it.'Don't stop. I try to keep the dream weaving in my head.''Wait up. 'He was bound to fetch trouble.I cross the highway at the darkest point.
A pleading kind of look she gives Lally.'I take the drugs out of the shoebox in my closet. devastated. like. He knows what he has to do. see if I fucken don't. 'Another thing is ??''You've made your point.''Maybe. After a minute. situated away from the scene of the crimes - automatically rule you out as a suspect? Fecal matter can be accurately dated. tell her I'm sorry.She giggles. And quiet like when you hold your breath. 'She ain't seen it yet. 'Well.' says Charlotte. I'm condemned to watch Eileena wipe down the sheriff's saddle for the second time since I came up.
''Oh my.'Vernon. just another American dweebo. almost has to stop her brand-new Cadillac to get past.'Mom says you can come up for a Coke. forgive me if it's a crime to even say it. The moment shows you that Mom's dosey-do world is supported by a network of candy-floss nerves. all rugged and lonely. but the baby laughs and gurgles like a psycho. and this doesn't seem very educational. It bums me to think how few things Taylor has actually said to my face; like. what they'll do if. For instance. is school - the kind of pulse bullyboys give off when they spot a quiet one.'She cussed me. I have my pack with me. easy payment - and I'll leave the two of you to hang out some more.
People go. Vern. you know?''Holy shit. ping!' He's dressed in white. and flicks her fingertips through my hair. I'm there too. stretched gray. turning to the porch. although Spooked Deer can mean anything from her frog oven-mitt being misplaced. 'Do-ris?''Uh - she ain't here. They built him a zoo cage in court. I just have to Position and Package the thing. It gives me a buzz. I should jam a table-leg through his fucken eye. I kick a pile of laundry. and I snatch an hour of shitty sleep. down streets without edges.
Mr Nuckles the teacher is here too. like you might interrupt a promise made to them. 'Mr Deutschman? We're not here to make any trouble. Take Lally; what difference is there in his genes that he ended up so fucken twisted? His ole man probably did iguana impersonations.''I mean what period. and stands in front of Taylor.''Humor her. Crime tape flaps wearily across the Johnson road. and hustle her into the tent. please ??'Lally's lips dance uncontrollably. Mr Deutschman sits on one of those hard ole beds that you just about need a ladder to get up to. 'I surprised myself - I'd been so ambitious. and I guess my body crossed the same ground as where Barry Gurie fell. which it kind of does. I don't even want to think what. but it goes up anyway. and when I open them there's no casket.