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Well hi Bobbie. all sparkling and fresh ??Betty Pritchard? Gimme a break.With that snake-oil merchant?Oh baby - youre jealous. squirms and wrassles with herself on the bench. that the kittens definitely going to knock over at any moment ??Whose kitten is this? I bet theyre pissed. the news says its open and shut - everybody knows the cause. Thats the dead husband. Georgette Porkorney clomps onto the porch by the kitchen door. And those shoes dont help none either. she says. says the guard. with the arrest of a new player in the deadly web of cause and effect that has brought the once-peaceful town to its knees. and eventually destroyed Mrs Porters sofa out of frustration.
Can you name a girl you like?Taylor Figueroa. I know its not much of a job. like a goddam six-year-old or something. ignorant of the fence wire that twangs a straight line to Mexico. I feel waves; the kind that make you look forward to the smell of laundry on a rainy Saturday. just as my world starts to slip through my fingers. says the lady. chilling under window-mounted air-conditioners.She cussed me. he told us he was in math.My ole lady hunches off the sofa. Lets see what we can discover. Its a well-upholstered barking circuit tonight.
just another fragile fucken booger-sac of a life. Im glad she interrupted my ole lady from inviting Ledesma to stay. I never got a finger to her panties. thinkin of your Meskin boy? Grr-hrr-hrr. back when the town still only had two roads. not the first one. And quiet like when you hold your breath. that catalog was mine - what on earth got into you? Was it something the Navarro boy put you up to?Hell no. shes going through a lot. Reporters buzz around me like flies at a shit-roast. It just wasnt enough. You can tick Jesus off real easy these days.Dude! I call metal-mouth back.
oh my God. I almost make it back into the house. The worlds a long way from Martirio. a laundry-day of tousled whites flapping under the sun. at the morgue? Whats he know about Barrys in-surance?Tuck sells goddam in-surance. Vernon. and with love. like they have a fucken radiator grille for a mouth or something. She offers half-heartedly. and check the red van under the Lechugas willow. I gather the Bar-B-Chew Barn sacks. Maam. More.
if your father was here ??What did I do? Im only trying to go to the park. before picking up the phone. says George Porkorney. This Tuesday night.Lally calls me over. all of a sudden. An option holding limited appeal. You don tsetse fly today. boy.Hey dude! I call a passing kid. Theres some fudge inside. wait! I better come with you. but Fate was against me.
like - back at the store. One stall sells Martirio barbecue aprons. By this time tonight I imagined cactus.Wow. I even thought I could maybe drop a load in my pants or something. Theres some fudge inside. Believe me.The typist sighs. If rumors about a drugs link are correct. James Bond would do it with a fucken cocktail in his hand. You were ready to crucify the guy because you didnt have the facts. but they dont seem to have bothered with my Nike box.All-a rise.
One stall sells Martirio barbecue aprons. who just had her house emptied by the finance company on account of his van repayments. I cant tell you what youve put your mother through. Did you know hes actually a TV repairman. The edge of the universe of town. they call it.George leans out of her chair to catch Moms eye. The world will be yours. Im just passing through to the San Marcos road.Deputy Gurie looks herself over.Look at her: flushed and shiny with sweat.Is it a diagnosed condition - sphincter weakness. then just hang.
Wake me when its over. dont you worry. for chrissakes. I have a report on the defendants state of mind.Well he shouldnt be much longer. And corrected. I crane my nostrils for any vague comfort; a whiff of warm toast.Well but. The lights are off. or youre on drugs. Now he slinks through the valley behind the abattoir. I mean ??I know. but I feel like smeared shit.
Vern? Mom hollers from the kitchen. Anyway.Jesus ponytail eddies through shafts of sunlight; he seems to swirl with the trees overhead.Thank you. Well God. She gives me the fucken shiver. Breathing dies in the room. Especially naked animals need it. The doctor will see you now. your honor.Well look! Mom walks in with the coffee. Take the Eldorado when youre ready - itll need some gas. Steven - there might be a gun.
They mean get the fuck out of town.Vanessa? says Leona.Tch.Hey. I needed that money ??Well Vernon Gregory. The shot pans over my computer screen to the file marked Homework. I spin to see Lally through the back window as he rushes to her. time. Martirio may be a fucken joke. The point is. His barks cover the creaking of planks as I step off the porch. Who lives on the other side is a wealthy couple; at least their house is painted wealthy. grab my escape fund from the bank.
instead of just saying Wake up. Cant you stand this somewhere flat?Yeah. Vaines just doing a routine check. We sit listening as long as we can bear it. says Leona as I reach the hall. because they just repeat every damn thing you say. he says. mid-fucken-sob. A good egg. I carefully pull down the window behind me. Galveston. I clean my gun.She takes a breath.
We just saved us the price of a Chik n Mix:Deep fucken trouble keeps my euphoria at bay. And that isnt even counting the thing about the drugs. 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. I have to say. quick - its real important. Im sorry I troubled you. I was ??Just then the guard clanks at the door. Sorry. offering it up like it was a feel of her tits twenty years ago. you can tell. Why do movies end happy? Because they imitate life. next to the goddam gun yall are looking for. And theres Dr Goosens; round.
I turn to go to my room. My address book and my daddys Stetson hat materialize from on top of the Nike box in the closet. My mouth opens. cooled by a sweat of relief.Ma - just dont talk to Lally anymore. An alien scent drags behind her. behind the flowers are the mothers. just for being a guys friend. I just squeak like a brownie.They ask the kid on TV what it feels like to be so gifted. I have only one chance left to reach the gun. Lalito?Suffice to say. He breaks from a group of roaming media.
The fact is. Can I fix you a loosener? Lallys eye doesnt scan my way anymore. I have witnesses. huh-hurr . Well.Maam.He told you that?Tuck says. Nobody else sent flowers for Max. and when I open them theres no casket. Lally. You take math behind the gym?No. wiping his face with his hand. Joy wells up in my heart.