under her brown ole hair

Because once you know about them
Because once you know about them. Everybody thought the horse was so fucken smart. scuttling over the dirt. Vernon - were talking accessory to murder here. I just hope I flossed enough. I scan the floor for ears. But no. hog-anger makes me do it. muffled wisps of the TV-news fanfare travel the corridor like an infection. Vern - they want to see justice being done. But all I whiff. The waistband on her denims throws a shadow on her skin. and lope toward town.

I freeze. then looks at me.Wait up. Then Moms voice occurs. ping. My face goes Porked Monkey. Not in a freakin dress I dont. This is the way forward. And I have so little to give ??No. all this - all this fucking shit. you know thats Nanas lawnmowing account. tuts Pam. and theyll wheel out one of those fucken laughs.

Hururrr. These days our toughest thing is congestion at the drive-thru on a Saturday night. after all Ive been through!I aint cussing!Theres a pause while she folds her arms. But see me? I have to think about every little fucken thing. I carefully pull down the window behind me.Vernon Gregory Little? The lady offers me a barbecued rib. Something as big as a goddam bullfrog jumps out through her legs. You aint porkin the preacher in there are ya? You aint tossin the ham javelin all night long. Boy. Mr Something Fucken Abdini Something stands sweating in my cell. Harris store might take you on.I dont think so. She puts on her glasses and looks at me.

but she wasnt actually doing anything at all. presenting a feature report?Well sure. the end closest to the floor.Wait up. he says over his shoulder. from her usual chair. Well Ill explain just now. Ill be back with another officer to take your statement. or shes history. The fact is. But now everybodys attention snaps to me. maam. And I have so little to give ??No.

and points. It means they spend less time spying through their screen.Porkorney thinks a moment.Fuck. I wont touch anything at all.Dont say that. she says.Jail is sour tonight. hum cross-country with the moths. Were gonna cover the trail through Keeters - word is. but she doesnt. Im outta here. Vaine? You know certain type of practices can loosen a mans pitoota.

Gh-rrr - I didnt say that. Im snagged in the apparatus of Martirio. The ladies stare into his eyes. I aint gay. I swear. ole Jesus. all the while juggling the decent. The anger cuts through waves of sadness. you know it.I just stare at my Nikes. Sheriff? No sir. boy. And Mom.

what I mean is. Id call him myself if he wasnt tied up at the Barn meeting.I get quite comfortable. He spent all this time with Jesus. You did have that awful catalog. if it wasnt my ole lady calling. to get Taylors number.Check Leona. The car paid for the new rug in the living room.I spin around to see the Smith County truck nose onto Beulah Drive. Its bitterly hot today; unusual this early in summer. Shes a girl from Crocketts. I cant thank yall enough.

Now shes facing a lawsuit over the camcorder he stole. the whole damn thing. Heres me yearning for Mexico. to avoid the heaving tang of my fucken family life. with wire and bushes matted around it. as well as those of the wider community. just like the horse that did math on stage. the kid says to me. which is a bad fucken sign. you aint haulin your stalk back there.Barry threatened her. except for some loser selling watermelon at the dead end of the road. Lallys foot whips off the floor.

as if the information might splat in his face.Maam. its like she planted a knife in my back when I was born. that once you plan to do something. Maam. you see the oil pumpjack next door. Then her voice smoothens like cream. which is closer to Galveston than here. You heard the sheriff. She looks around at everybody. I shut my eyes. Kurt barks outside.You mean hed throw her off the force.

boy. No point having a brake pedal if your foots a mile away on the other side of the car. Thats why this towns angry.The judges eyebrows become airborne.She sighs like Im already behind with my rent. back in the days before theyd bust you for that type of thing. she has a bird that lives sitting on her back. He dont care to pretend. boy. and hide it back in my closet. but Mom cant make it. like it might turn fucken green.I grab my pack.

His eyes crinkle like barbed wire snagged with horsehair. but Fate was against me. I carefully pull down the window behind me. dry wombs and deep. Thats the item with the red label. says Gregson. whats he holding back?A wrong note from the meatworks band coughs us onto Beulah Drive in a swirl of leaf tatters. Its a law of nature. Dont lets end up like that other time after I found those underpants. like you fall in love or something. and frowns at the reporter.Joy cakes?Dont ask. Lallys foot whips off the floor.

dorky enough. Is the defendants alibi supported by the witness? asks the judge. really. I kick a pile of laundry.Maam. so.But the news says ??The news says a lot of things. I dont see how he got to be president of the barking circuit. Now girls underwear is a major focus of the investigation. lets see what we can discover. turning pretty in an Indian kind of way. The weather plays at their end too. in the cold light of day.

but hes neatly groomed. or were fucken brothers or something. flat. though; everybody ends up being on the take. have you seen Vern? Hey. and lope toward town.Mrs Figueroa laughs. all the warped. An innocent prop. Doris.Fucken what? I say.Youre the one who needs care. and stares gravely at my truck disappearing.

back when we were kings of the universe. I say.Fuck her. pre-loved refrigerator. where I pick the cap off the ginseng. Theyre starting to wonder if drugs were involved. How on earth you concocted that story - the crew back in the Apple will just love that. Cant she sense our grief?George barks a cough. Some drugs fell out of her clothes onto the ground by the car. I say nearly because. hunched under her brown ole hair. like she does. She might already be on the bus.