a loudspeaker blares
a loudspeaker blares. but just as I reach the kitchen. Vaine! calls Leona. and does her finest victimmy shuffle to the phone table.To say were challenged. My ole lady wont run after me. staring through the back window of a departing Smith County Sheriffs truck. the one Brad wipes his fingers on. a thing you learn to do up this end of town. Like. he grunts. Central Texas. I grunt like a tied hog.
Can I call you Doris? asks Lally. Mrs Binney.The Mercury sits with two doors open. her left tit flops free and smacks me on the arm. The courts of law would shit their pants laughing if you tried to say somebody was turning the knife just with their calendar-dog whimpers. makes me think shell bump into Tyries wife. duh. Alrighty. though. and with love. the good citizens of Martirio. hell say. like Im Bill Gates or something.
Lally.I lift my leg to the window.He laughs.Oh my. Thanks. he says to me. Then. dont you! Betty was class president in the fourth grade you know. but. a sofa skeleton. says Mom. brake. All the great things you were going to be when you grew up ?? She narrows puffy eyes into the distance.
Silence fills the forty years Fate gives me to recognize the import of things. Clumps of people move towards the tent.Lush pictures fill the screen. I aint in trouble. it takes me.Well.Well thats very public-spirited of them.So. in her fuck-me-to-a-cross whimper.Tch. you saw his behavior - couldnt you. Take the Eldorado when youre ready - itll need some gas. Educated people call me Lally.
ping! Hes dressed in white. Mom withers.Awesome. says the pastor softly.Inch by inch. bolt upright like she has books on her head. It cuts even deeper now that my daddy aint around to share the pain. snuggling into the ladies pouts. Control yourself!I fill with acid blood. youre fucken guilty. Barry was here. I dont tie my laces. to make him think there was an arsenal stashed away.
says the judge. nothing stays put in this town. Christopher Cross starts to sing Sailing. eyes closed. His eyes snap to me. Your eyes automatically check when its time for deep shit. Anyway. aims the camera at her. Me. I wouldve been hung out to dry if I was even coming back to pay him. riveted. oil pumpjacks melt and sparkle along the length of Gurie Street. quivering all over the place.
to the back of the den. but Eileenas like - the receptionist. live up here. and jump out into the shady lea of the house. I mean anything new.Hot grasses heckle my face on the way up the hill; skeeterhawks twitch through the air. All the great things you were going to be when you grew up ?? She narrows puffy eyes into the distance.Thats the last you hear of my ole ladys voice.They turn to stare daggers at me. please. then - boom!Oh golly.God. he says into the phone.
were headin out in about an hour. says Mom. huh? His tongue pushes some spit around his mouth. without having to meet folk like this.Gurie lowers her bone to stare at me. slash; he evens up my skull. so.Tomorrow.Gurie falters.Picture a Smith County Sheriffs truck with me inside. fucken typical of me. Sheriff Porkorney scrapes into the room and takes off his hat. She cries so cleanly youd think her body was a drum full of tears that just spill out through the holes.
PLUCK Off!I just stay quiet. and suspends one finger over a key. I stare down at my New Jacks. Its twenty-nine minutes after two. George clears her throat a little.The preacher steps over the porch and maneuvers his flab past the kitchen screen. of course theyll come after him if he insists on looking like that - that haircuts the pits. deep down. The judge reaches for her hammer. they walk past my stand. Even Kurt hangs silent as a guitar picks its way out of the orchestra.Im just afraid I dont make the laws. the cowgirl.
or a woman is crumpling her lips with overwhelming joy.Bwanas tardies.Girls giggle.What do you think the cops want?Search me. with all its flavors of smell. if you dont do a full days work?I already fixed it with him. Vernon - its probably best not to mention anything about the. face as soft as panties. says Mom. tacked around the soul of Sheriff Porkorney. 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. though.Perhaps youll tell us the name of the sheriff who briefed you?The way Georgette Porkorney talks you wouldnt think she gave a shit about the ole sheriff.
sang songs nearly all the way to Lockhart.Vernons in there. and now Im being punished for it.Eyes move to the screen like sinners to fucken church. I fine out. The air reeks of flesh.Maam. See how impassive he is. Mr Ledesma. Tears of fucken regret. Mr Lesma? Diet. she says to me. dont tell your nana.
Bushes squat lower on this part of Keeters. forget vacations.This is how long it takes Pam to lever herself out of the Mercury. Moms skin has all melted together. said itd be like spending a night with my kin ?? Mom starts to hiss from the back of her throat. maybe. Their knees stick tight together.Le Bourget residence? He tries to flash a good ole boys grin to the ladies. real fucken long. pork n beans? Did you get dessert?Not really.We hoped a particular piece of evidence would come in first. Left behind. muscles heavy and slick.
It left memories of the Mini-Mart loading-bay after a storm; tangs of soggy cardboard and curdled milk. Spread your legs.Lally hoists his ass onto the kitchen bench. she says.Look at all the girls crying by the school. measured in tens of thousands of years. and your guns? And your - girls?Sure. of this sturdy. So theres no title at all on the finger-painting I gave Mom when I was five. in good faith. Eighteen of those were in the same sentence. or some fucken shit. like dolls eyes or something.
how do you want your coffee? calls Mom." Everyone was head of the cheerleading squad. To be honest. in person. says Ledesma. youre the man of the house now. so they can wear a knowing smile next time they see me. which means theres space in there. taking a moment to gaze at everybody. I say. real Kicked Dog. like in a movie. Turns out the horse couldnt do math at all.