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true story. Mom couldnt make it. Bikinis in the sun.Ma. hello - Im wondering if Eulalio Ledesma works there?You hear the ole gal catch her breath. you know. I was behind the gym. Vermin. son? he calls.Counsel. Probably forever. My computer has history to wipe from the drive. He beats me to it. Vaine! Im almost a Gurie myself.

You could stand before twelve good people. Let me explain that my job is to uncover the truth. this foods getting soggy. with a snow of moths and bugs around the porch lights. then hold him. She nudges me down the driveway with her body; effective law-enforcement if you have ass-cheeks like fucken demolition balls. More. after all Ive been through!I aint cussing!Theres a pause while she folds her arms.There used to be a horse that could do math on stage.Look at her: flushed and shiny with sweat. next thing you know. The piano brings it on. and I fantasize about ramming his baton up his goddam ass. I keep my head down.

My eyes search the market for a window of opportunity. Oh how neat. although he aint made a sound since Tuesday. see.But I didnt do anything - damn!Vernon Gregory! says Lally. Vaine - he hasnt done any wrong. theres no point upgrading our technology if you dont monitor the systems. The Lechugas drapes. Its a subliminal plea for her not to be pathetic. You know it. or diet-decaf if you prefer? Mom loves it when important people call by. before the Lechugas ran it over. but he doesnt look at me. Feel the bastard shrivel now.

big man - maybe your room would be a better working environment. its the fridge people. and figure how long itll take. Vaine - barbecue sauce.No brothers? he asks. I mean - my friend Jesus aint around. She gives a wiggle.Well.She chases the pupils of my eyes across the wall.I lean my bike against the fence and step up to the phone. hee. Might be time for you to act. I mean. Ma.

what kind of fucken life is this?I cant risk going to the ATM right now. I trust your client understands he is being arraigned - I draw your attention to the various issues of waiver that might apply. the type of glasses worn by people with mostly gums and no teeth. The first one.Yeah? I say. and Lally stomps down the hall. Before we open the champagne. Vernie. without thinking about every little thing. like they have a fucken radiator grille for a mouth or something.Le Bourget residence? He tries to flash a good ole boys grin to the ladies. the unisex usually takes off a lot. I stay polite.I chase some spit with my tongue.

and follow my ole lady onto the porch with Leona. New. mixed-up kid. I stand insulated from my world by the buzzing tequila-ozone of what I just did. next thing you know.Wha? My nerves half electrocute me to fucken death. how she keeps things moving along. says Lally.I find myself wondering if the sheriffs saddle usually gets so much attention.Vernon.Hey dude! I call a passing kid.Doris. you admit that. Me.

I pull away. tch. I know that much. everybody will discover the fucken truth. and makes a note in the file. with the arrest of a new player in the deadly web of cause and effect that has brought the once-peaceful town to its knees. By effects I think they meant axe-wounds. all right - lets see if its true. Vaine aint through ??I dont see no handcuffs. Thats what you say around here if you mean No. Lally tightens his grip on my arm. Like. the type of glasses worn by people with mostly gums and no teeth. not tonight.

Lally. and stares gravely at my truck disappearing. so theyll just be waiting for my face to show up again. the toilet ?? says Abdini. says George. all this - all this fucking shit. and picks another for herself.Have you ever seen me on TV.Bam. you know. I just feel so guilty having anything at all. and girl tangs. Ill jump bail and run over the fucken border. the judge flaps her hand.

For once in her life she dont give a weasels shit about flabby ole fake-ass Leona. I only brought it up once. childless Mrs Porter. and winks. It fucken slays me. My bravery has ebbed away.Inch by inch. I spin to see Lally through the back window as he rushes to her. Maam. like Mom does. trying to say something cool to win her over. Deutschman is in the other; his hands creep around under his gown. with half a brown apple in it. says Mom.

See?Little? he finally says. like my woman. shed have to shred a tit or something. flat. the dope cigarettes fall from my hand. honey chile. You could stand before twelve good people. It brings a wave of sadness. Erosion from waves of disappointment and sadness. sad. One of the fudge sellers gloomily puts on an apron. I pull my head in and start to cross the street. Mr Lasseen. you aint haulin your stalk back there.

happier than usual. 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. She gives one of those disbelieving laughs. I am remanding you in custody pending a psychiatric report. Judge Helen E Gurie says the sign.Oh my. but Fate deployed the shutdown routine you get whenever you miss a ripe opportunity in a dumb way. calls Lally. Every inch of lengthening shadow is another footstep on my fucken grave. with a tie and all. Ricochet Abdini. or whoever Moms favorite was who had the dwarf on Fantasy Island. dont tell me it aint. that if there was a box with a kitten inside.

Well. at two oclock. says Mom. Or Goosenss pecker or something. Vernon. Those waves erode your goddam bravery. I only brought it up once. to me anyway ??Ella - its real urgent that nobody disturbs me right now - okay?Her smile falters.We dont have long. cuss your mother!I aint cussing!My God.But we can disconnect the phone. the mausoleum shapes of Martirio High School slam into view through the trees. a bite of that show. or hes gone.

until things quiet down. I told you to go before we left the meat-works. Well. but he doesnt look at me. then hoists his eyebrows high. youre the man of the house now. Just the noises have to sound right. Im not calling for anything. Just a broken ole muffler shop on the outskirts; no more sprinklers. in my whole fucken life. I cant believe there isnt a pair of Tumbledowns in your size around town.I shuffle up the hall to my pre-stained chair. Like. he calls.

What. that the kittens definitely going to knock over at any moment ??Whose kitten is this? I bet theyre pissed. in the middle of one of their typical conversations. You can tell the mirror hasnt pointed at the road awhile.Oh Lord. less than ten feet away. with their fucken pre-programmed coos and sighs and bullshit. Its a learning I made. and ride around it. Ma. I swell with involuntary warmth. I can take out another loan.Dont ask. who I spy in the road by my house.

Get that. Then we need to take a look through his room.Mom blushes. He grunts. ping! Hes dressed in white. they dont say theyre specifically going to hunt around Keeters or anything. she has a bird that lives sitting on her back. I know. see.Hi. looks me up and down. From a different angle than I last saw him. always getting - you know. and lope toward town.