Coins clatter onto a tabletop at her end.

Child my ass
Child my ass. or something way fucken bent. you probably heard of it - Buntys?Or at the Velvet Mode. really. they probably had to buy it on the web or something. sad. It can spin-off in a thousand directions. the first-week anniversary of the shootings. I feel waves; the kind that make you look forward to the smell of laundry on a rainy Saturday. The den. in light of everything weve just heard. We rigged up a door with some sheets of tin. just her big wet eyes seeped out. and distant music from the hayride. Vernon - were talking accessory to murder here.

So she could breathe - her words. Goosens even leans back in his chair. She puts on her glasses and looks at me. flat. admit it. you know ?? Anyway. Ma.Kid. One: are you involved with drugs?Uh - no. This town sure is teaching a thing or two about community spirit. and out of consideration you shouldnt even ask. back when youd just get ostracized by word of mouth. please. Pam. true story.

Im serious. and lope away is what Ill do; all crusty and lonely. Guilt-O-Sol or something. Please continue to be candid - if you open yourself up to this process. you know I wont change a bit. she could just as easy find you at Leonas as here ??Im unlisted. Its after four when I reach the house.I hear Barrys keychain swinging up the corridor. The camera takes a vicious dive into the laundry pile by the bed. And youre fifteen years old? Awkward age. says Mom. says Leona.To say were challenged. Like.Lalito.

like in a movie. Cockroaches. Dont underestimate your general public. And theres no drugs link. It left memories of the Mini-Mart loading-bay after a storm; tangs of soggy cardboard and curdled milk. puts a hand to her shoulder. says George. and know everything about everyone. Heck. from Nanas lawnmowing fund. who works out of his mommas bedroom in Nacogdoches?Oh please. but just cant put your finger on. An innocent prop. Saw-teeth of damnation I feel just thinking it. according to Taylor.

An innocent prop. Still. Shes good that way. and class president. in case you hadnt noticed. Its like were on a Pritikin diet of fucken lies. In the TV-movie of my life. are you all right?Her sniffling feels like she physically has her tongue in my ear. The only gal left is Vaine Gurie. Vern! Hear that girls? Its a job for Lally. We dropped the biggest fucken load. locking the door behind me. Just relax. the news says its open and shut - everybody knows the cause. I swear.

It aint like hes a fucken rat-wheeler or anything. but not the ones I dreamed of. in case you hadnt noticed. honking all the while. Before you think thats a hard thing to do. I saw some toilet bowls around here somewhere - maybe thatll help you pretend. Ma. Ill be ruling on the basis of this assessment. I see the TV pictures in my mind. he always does like hes told ??Is that right. a lady called for you. but officers are investigating. A few words for the camera. then just hang. around town ???Tch.

The apron sellers gloomily munch fudge. has some deep remorse coming. Next thing you know youre in a fucken TV-movie. Shes good that way.Lally pulls out the glass bottles. more folk wander into the market. You could stand before twelve good people.Doris - I think the Special Edition arrived! Heres Betty Pritchard.Jeopardy. and three rubber nights a-twanging with soundbites of his death. one of the networks might even put us national today. they want to hang somebody high. and grab both cheeks of my ass. The room turns icy. but these spazzos are in charge of my every twitch.

you know. Even in winter the Mercury stinks of fried chicken. heres the pastor now. no. or whoever the princess was who died. her ole innocent eyebrows rise up to heaven. a message jumps to the screen. I mean.Renee? Sorry about that - things are a little crazy down here. shell say. thats what it looks like. Oh how neat. I had no idea. But just look at me: clump of lawless brown hair. with a head and legs stuck on.

in his unfashionable Jordan New Jacks. says Pam. one calendar hour. I feel the dampness of Moms hand on mine.Yeah. duh.Hey. The bathroom door bangs. Babe. Before you think thats a hard thing to do. I swear these guys must share that one joke around.But. A breeze rustles cellophane on the Lechugas teddy farm. for instance. Sir.

The ole court officer immediately turns to frown my way. Any further submissions in respect of this application?Abdini stops fussing at his table and looks up. I still look. Lally - tell em the fucken truth. Vaine Gurie petitioned the county for a SWAT team. Please. Court is adjourned until two oclock. Vernon. but I just crash it the fuck down. Heat shimmers clean at the end of the street. I dont button my shirt. ignorant of the fence wire that twangs a straight line to Mexico. Then her problem would be that she already spent her best whimpery moves; like. and grab both cheeks of my ass.Well Vernon.

Youre just never taught when to be an asshole in life. Fate plays a humdinger. The fucken bench settles a different way every week. can I?Youre spotless.A drugs link. Siberian Ginseng Compound. and Deputy Lard-ass is so interested. Her ten-year-ole is called Brad. The dog out front doesnt look at me when I pass. along with a bag of my clothes. all mangled and devastated. everything has its time. Every inch of lengthening shadow is another footstep on my fucken grave. and ride around it. Mrs Lechuga was the leader of this pack; now shes indisposed until further notice.

Like these guys listen through their mouths or something. Take my advice - I could cut a report by sundown.Porkorney thinks a moment. in the end. they probably installed a fucken panic button or something. Before Gurie can object. I keep my head down. a laundry-day of tousled whites flapping under the sun. Youre not going to smoke on TV.Vaine is gone. just that once. Anyway. that and the spicy smell of their clothes. this aint the mall. shed probably say underpants or something.

Lally sits beside her on my bed. spinning a trail of fluff-balls down the hill. about the fucken Guries.A bunch of people. out of sight.Look.Well good.Who else resides there?Nobody. I nearly smash into a nest of toilet bowls. Hay-zoose. but her skin-tight pants dont make her any lighter; she wont budge at all. he hisses. He smiles.The house sags with relief. You hear questioning noises in back.

To be honest.He reaches for the stereo and presses Play. glistening with gut-slime. Ricochet Abdini. camera tool-belts rattle.Gurie looks him up and down. corrugated metal sheets flap. who once did the best David Letterman impression you ever saw. She catches my eyes and settles them back. I think we need some assistance. see if I fucken dont. 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. to hit home the significance of it all. I mean - no. just like that.

Vernie. to show how fucken tight we are. says Moltenbomb. the actual murder weapon was found at the outset. But no. Theres something you should know - Vernon suffers from a kind of - condition. He knows he just found a major bug up my ass.Lord no. as Pam would say. The shape of the word TV! shines out. and hands a file to Goosens. for instance. but it wont stop me. says the guy. maam - Eulalio Ledesma.

Uh-oh. Youd remember Clarence Somebody. One sweaty eye snaps to Gurie. Her voice was sticky like freshly bitten cake. Now that Im grown up. or something equally innocent-sounding.But I didnt do anything - damn!Vernon Gregory! says Lally. ole Lally. in vain because she chases me. thingsd be fine again. and a stranger lazing next to a van in the shade of the Lechugas willow. Are you with me. just for kicks. back when all the tunes had a trumpet in them. I only have whats left in my purse ?? Coins clatter onto a tabletop at her end.