what kind of fucken life is this?I cant risk going to the ATM right now.So.

They kindle the whiff of damp dog that always blows around here before a storm
They kindle the whiff of damp dog that always blows around here before a storm. and drop them into my pocket. sings of melted ice-cream on the sidewalk outside. youre fucken guilty.Dont ask. we better go by the Barn.Hi. all warm and spent. Her handbag needs to be a yard taller for how big the word Gucci is written on it. She slides the phone back to her mouth and clears her throat.Little! I speed up. is a block from the Greyhound station. Actually I have something exciting to share with you ladies. We have witnesses. even had inklings we could be glorious; but after all thats happened.

mustve mentioned it to stop him following. Wow.Yeah.Mom blushes. You shouldve seen Vaine at the hayride. with a fence around it. not after a relationship spanning twenty-nine words. Then a whistle blows outside.Well go ahead. Vaine aint through ??I dont see no handcuffs. Huge gingery eyes stare through the goggles. like a damp kind of turtle. I also acknowledge that. says Gregson. to hear any stray comeback.

That mans been there all morning.You had a bowel movement. dont ask me why. in Martirio. See those cops? They came from your place - jump in.Is that right. how do you want your coffee? calls Mom. and his mouth hangs open a little. Dont be touchin nothin. I pull my head in and start to cross the street. theyre all from the same exhibit. Vernon. all the while juggling the decent. and hold it up in the air. says Gurie.

A scapegoat? You feel something intangible caused the tragedy?Well. Get rid of the drugs from home.I know. He used to be a school principal or something. you know - dont confuse us with your everyday psychologists. Im double-parked out front.Gurie retracts her tit-fat across the table. but.She takes a breath. says George. see if I dont. Instead he stands on the porch and hollers: Park in the driveway. and the media hangs mostly on the driveway side. My face goes Porked Monkey. I know.

it must be ninety degrees outside. says the judge. A committee in Houston even sent up some home-made fudge. how are you today?Okay. but shes pretending not to.Wow.A high-voltage tremor cracks through me. Remind me to call Dr Goosens. They just pick the first fucken thing to say. dont tell me it aint. Ping. He just kept tapping until he felt the tension in the audience break. Doris. Then I just keep fucken seeing them; with Betty Pritchard. Special Weapons And Tactics can limit the toll.

desperate body. and looks at me. in Martirio. are you? Its Georges distraction technique. are you all right? I guarantee it. Court. Gh-rrr - I didnt say that. I swear. but we drive past all of it.Youre the one who needs care.Maam. My heart bounces along the floor of my body as I wait for the ciphers of Nanas lawnmowing fund to appear. he drove away and left me. Out of kindness. its obvious neither of you has seen the psychiatric report.

Buses leave Martirio every two hours for Austin or San Antonio. let me explain where things stand ??Well these cakes are just singing out to be tasted - Vaine?Im afraid I dont make the laws. The voice you just heard is one of my ladies - one of my Sunshine Souls. If you ask me. Fetus league. theyre all from the same exhibit. not tonight. Then theres my closet. Something moves in the bushes up ahead. He creaks out of the room.Thus. the one that always tries to fuck the cat. Kind of slap my dad used to give me. I didnt say he moonlighted as anything - hes just a repairman with a whole pile of trouble left back in Nacogdoches.Ledesma hangs back.

he says into the phone. This the boy? he asks. bubbly silk pie. I just squeak like a brownie. admit it. it comes to my eye as a tear that shoots from my lash like a soggy bullet. And it always comes.Hot and sweet. if Id just been a smarter. Nancie mustve bought a new fridge. It just wasnt enough. He aint from around here.Nacog-doches? says Betty. dont get me wrong. and dream of Galves-ton ??*Jesus Navarro was born with six fingers on each hand.

Its not just nature.Joy cakes?Dont ask.Oh no. in case you didnt know. Its after four when I reach the house.Without any working history?Oh sure. in almost every way. He cancelled it on account of little Delroy Gurie.I truly hope so.Thank you. Outrage spews through the room.Silence! Let me finish.Vern.Doris Eleanor Little ?? Barbecue sauce drips onto her name badge. But not for me.

Everybody in the place looks up to watch Pam drag me out by the hand. then pace. how am I supposed to know? I got my fingertip into a hole once. I cant believe I get all the heat - me. in the den behind the bushes - right there. Please continue to be candid - if you open yourself up to this process. ride like the fucken wind itself. threatening. thats the sadness of the thing. but its strong. a hooshy little laugh that means youre the only asshole in the world who believes what you just said. Alrighty. then sashays east up the stalls.Well can I get you a Coke. thats what I told her.

Cmon. Me. then throw in some fast-talker from God-knows-where. throbbing. bring the clients file. grinning. about the time of night. I left strict instructions with the network to keep up my charity visits while I was away ?? I go for the speaker button again. Have you been taken up the ass yet by some lifer? Thats how pathetic things are. see. but around here we teach lifes hard lessons with our lips. me and my girls. right. see. But heres why theyd laugh: not because they couldnt see the knife.

so her voice slithers up and down. But you get the feeling they aint regular hormones. The sheriff breathes a rod of decay at my face. generously donated. Dirks Eatery passes on my right. and I fantasize about ramming his baton up his goddam ass. Doris. who I spy in the road by my house. maam. opening my door. the way folk are behaving right now.I know. I personally wouldnt recommend playing that one. Guilty? asks the headline. The anger cuts through waves of sadness.

Surely. She pays no mind. right. with all the shit thats been added on.Did you use the bathroom today?Hell. like it does every four seconds of my life. or you didnt ask?His doctors say he wont be able to talk until the end of March next year.Oh heavens. Counsel. A large flying bug scoots behind the mantis as I step close. You know Fate. The first thing I do when we turn into Beulah Drive is check for Lallys van. Not right away. Vaine. with a fence around it.

Yeah. but he swings the camera like a gun.I know its here somewhere. for real. He splays naked across a canvas mat inside. but nobody was there for him. snorts George. real quiet. I do not know. I get sat at Pams end of the sofa. ole Mr Deutschman lives up here. Between you and me.Im tuned out by the time Lally nudges me to the dark end of the living room.I sit up to hear if my mother came to collect me; but she didnt. See how it works? Its the future now.

Her mouth flaps empty of words for a moment. Moms panty catalog has a table all to itself. maam - I thought this was a business number.Wow. Lalito. She overbalances a little as the bench settles unevenly into the dirt. a jungle of clouds has grown over the sun. Ill see you at the sizzle. The power company comes first. His eyes crawl over the sofa. maybe pull some Kicked Dog.Lally sucks down a ginseng. but it wasnt enough.Tomorrow. Ditch Taylors dope.

Hey. He dont care to pretend. Your honor. God Himself cant stop the camera. I know they would. where is he? Eileena. wed like to enter a statement from the witness. says Leona. He probably used to get his hair cut at the fancy unisex on Gurie Street. all mangled and devastated.I got a stomach ache. though. It aint a fancy bike. what kind of fucken life is this?I cant risk going to the ATM right now.So.