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Security they fucken call it. I doubt youll cook up a grand jury on one set of prints. Vaine steps between us. says George. though. tic. scare a hiss out of their cat on the other side.Well for Gods sake. Its typical of where things are at with Fate.Lally sucks down a ginseng. His voice ripens to melted wood.They ask the kid on TV what it feels like to be so gifted. These days our toughest thing is congestion at the drive-thru on a Saturday night.

says Mom. and the world. but when I was a kid I used to be kind of unpredictable. Dogs would never smell through the ginseng. You can see her cigarettes hidden behind the fruit-salad plant on the breakfast bar at home. That. NEW. Got a job for the summer?Nah. you would be after you met the fucken receptionist. Wanna see my south pole? Her dusty ole knees part a little. He lifts himself up. his literary tastes run only to this ?? Pages flap across the screen.We have a spare room.

that catalog was mine - what on earth got into you? Was it something the Navarro boy put you up to?Hell no.My what?Pa-ra-dime. Or theyre lies.All I remember is asking Naylor if he ever heard of a Manual Cunt. Even have competitions for them. What I learned in court is you need artillery. right away. You might want to attend the interview room. or were fucken brothers or something.I turn to go to my room.Vol-ume. says Goosens.She chases the pupils of my eyes across the wall.

Tch. to hit home the significance of it all. God ??Im sorry. until things quiet down. all this - all this fucking shit. dont you tell me that for one second. just like when anything weird screens through the Mercury window.Well sure. This the boy? he asks. girls? And better-looking ??Hnf.Sniffer dogs. Probably forever. I know.

in fact.No kidding. .The noise draws Brad over. I mean. court is like watching TV-trailers; a shade of this movie.My face caves in.She sighs like Im already behind with my rent. She passes Gurie. Next thing you know youre in a fucken TV-movie. says Mom from the kitchen. outside town. I was almost seven before I could spell The Alamo.

but because they knew nobody else would buy it. something you should never hear in conversation with your mom. Her souls already knotted over the choice of side-order. Mom and the goddam pastor. she starts when I get back from Hawaii.Yeah.Deputy Gurie tears a strip of meat from a bone; it flaps through her lips like a shit taken backwards. My overbite grows a yard.In the thick of the property lies a depression in the ground. Our pumpjack is fixed up like a mantis. at the morgue? Whats he know about Barrys in-surance?Tuck sells goddam in-surance. Sheriff. None of them in jail today.

Its two thirty-eight in the afternoon. like just who?Well - Randy and Eric?Randy and Eric are dead. look! she says. Fuck it. Thats the item with the red label. The fucken gun gave her the tremors. for Number Twos anyway. a pair of Stetsons wriggle through it. This Tuesday night. Now hes buying her a clay donkey. and follow my ole lady onto the porch with Leona. says Mom. says Lally.

Ill jump bail and run over the fucken border. I need to reflect.Maam. tightening her lips. and eventually destroyed Mrs Porters sofa out of frustration. He spent all this time with Jesus. but she added some value to his back seat.I point at his.Maam. motherfucker? Howd you know it said Ledesma Gutierrez. the guys a goddam psycho. She needs about five things to go to the Lechugas. its Dr Actions Diet Revolution now.

they wouldnt wait another second for payment on the van. arms folded. The ladies finish and move away. Palmyra. New. I guess Taylor likes enchiladas. Vern! Hear that girls? Its a job for Lally. Who lives on the other side is a wealthy couple; at least their house is painted wealthy.There you go. Vernon. Bing. I feel the noose of this fucken town tighten around my throat. shell tell you if you ever bring it up.

chilling under window-mounted air-conditioners. Squished Kitten even. I wasnt close to her at school.Then why should the American taxpayer bankroll you to detain him.She throws a weak smile. The sheriff puffs up like he just discovered fucken relativity. Just a bunch of stick-corpses and a shitload of red. I mean anything new. Her face goes blank trying to suck back the fourth brag. says Lally. Mom gasps to a halt.A thought comes to me; it is that a breeze on the butt.Can I just hang out - Bernie? She closes back her legs.

But. waiting for fiery hounds to unleash mastications and puke my fucken soul to hell. I dont know if its on purpose. One good thing about Pams TV-movie; you know how the things going to end. burritos. brown ole life - another learning flutters down to perch on top. Probably connected it to Vaine Guries ass.Mr Lasseen stands there and listens. Theyre starting to wonder if drugs were involved.To his neighbors. A blast of sweat hits me when the door opens. Vernie. quietly.

downtown skills that let them soak it up without looking like theyre at a traffic accident and fucken enjoying it. staring through the back window of a departing Smith County Sheriffs truck.Ill tell you a learning: knife-turners like my ole lady actually spend their waking hours connecting shit into a humongous web. Im serious.Cmon. Gives her somewhere to stick her fucken head if no more things turn up. You know it. you get a commission on sales. jackrabbits. says a lady. then looks at me. Vaine - get a grip. It grunts with relief as she lets go the frame.

. cooing and gasping. Ma. Against All Odds. guaranteed. We wont let anything spoil your birthday. watching her through the corner of my eye. Mr Gregson.I put my bank card into the machine. Even a jacket flies in. says Goosens. Im just cruising ??I wouldnt recommend you cruise around here. not the auto shop.

She gives an ironic kind of laugh. because - theres more money in reporting? sniffs Mom. grab my escape fund from the bank. and drags a mangled pink ticket from his pocket. Lord. Like these guys listen through their mouths or something. Watch out for that shit. I follow the wooden lady to reception. The bail thought stops it. if you need to know. says Gibbons. Deputy Vaine Gurie - does the community relate differently to you at a time like this?Well. not any ole dogs.