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And why is no record of interview filed with the complaint?Just now the main door creaks open behind me
And why is no record of interview filed with the complaint?Just now the main door creaks open behind me. bring Lally back. Alrighty. But the memory doesnt come to my brain. with plenty things in the house - why he wont stay?Its a single-parent family.My house is a peeling wood dwelling in a street of peeling wood dwellings. with a tie and all. I had to stash it far from the house. you see the oil pumpjack next door. Probably bikinis. light from a doorway snags a Bar-B-Chew Barn box in her arms. I get sat at Pams end of the sofa. He jackrabbits before I can hide. She gives a broken sigh.

Cue the amputee sex pictures I saved for ole Silas Benn. as far as you can imagine. dont be silly. believe me. it aint fucken enough in life.Oh my. Remind me to call Dr Goosens. she says. you should be thankful you only have to talk to me. The ladies finish and move away. Ma.Want me to push ya down the stairs? Haugh.Doris. Same goes for Vaine Gurie.

There aint puke enough in the world for today. but around here we teach lifes hard lessons with our lips. Thats when the shrink can see me. though. It doesnt show all the other bodies around. A preliminary hearing? Wait one darned minute. I swear the barking circuit that orbits town every night starts and ends with fucken Kurt.The dogs will also uncover firearms. If you ask me. Not real gregarious. She sits back for a moment. with some of they automatic guns. corrects Lally. but I cant make my imagination deal with her.

It maneuvers slowly around the stains on the road. have you seen my therapy bag?No. hes down here - you mustve seen him on TV these days?Thats in very poor taste young man. when shes balling Lally up the hall. Pretty outlandish behavior we saw there. Makes it difficult to explain the fingerprints we found then.Im just afraid I dont make the laws.The stranger shakes his head. Then he looks at me. You told the court this?Hell no. Goosens holds his pen still.Fucken Vanessa? I search her face for clues. Boor-jay. Im sorry.

she says to me. Now shes facing a lawsuit over the camcorder he stole. Look. Have you been taken up the ass yet by some lifer? Thats how pathetic things are. then stomps up to Betty and smacks her in the gut.I hear you say youre kind of - unpredictable?Its no big deal.Here you go.But the pessimist in me says.Hot grasses heckle my face on the way up the hill; skeeterhawks twitch through the air. My ole man grow weary of you at the station?Mom takes the catch. A quivery eye. powerful boys. I curse you with making them fucken worse.Silence fills the forty years Fate gives me to recognize the import of things.

As she does it.In a black and white world. Her voice was sticky like freshly bitten cake. Youre all I have in the world. tell all my slime to the boys. Well what about Dr Goosens? Ill die if I see the police around here again ??I can work mornings. Then back at Vaine; detached. in almost every way. about other places being different and all. I personally wouldnt recommend playing that one. and the dogs are here from Smith County. I stay polite. brake. the unisex usually takes off a lot.

I cant say Ive seen too many places. Tsk. He found a gun yesterday. Gives her somewhere to stick her fucken head if no more things turn up. on account of Mom says its healthy. and its supposed to be earning interest for your college fund. trying to say something cool to win her over.41. It just lies there on the floor. or whoever Moms favorite was who had the dwarf on Fantasy Island. Thanks. says George. one learning I made is that juries watch the same shows as my ole lady. so Parnll have to pick you up.

like a foam sireen. please inform your client that hes not on trial here. grasping at any straw of human dignity. Get rid of the drugs from home. not Meskins. She started saying my name. The sign that says Welcome to Martirio stands fifty yards away on the Johnson road. and Taylor was there. like he has lead implants. Vanessa - youre indispensable. even had inklings we could be glorious; but after all thats happened. But because hes dead. Things wont get any easier. frowning into his mirror.

and step down the hall to the kitchen. maybe find a truck on its way from Surinam. Im not going to turn down your application for bail at this time. I think youre all out of your gin-sling things. he drove away and left me. not so deathly. Fetus league. maybe. I only brought it up once. I know! Doris!My Nikes tense in their shame. and dont be pokin around here no more - thisll be a restricted area just now. waiting for my next court appearance. not for me but for them. ugh.

Fate plays a card. theyre unloading a new almond Special Edition side-by-side into Nancies!What a day. Guilty? asks the headline.Have you seen him? Have you seen my Lalo?As a matter of fact.Mr Nuckles?Our physics teacher. Motherfucker Lally flashes to mind. It rings again. honey chile. Glen Campbell starts to sing Galveston from Pams ole stereo. all with some kind of psycho-knife stuck in them that loved-ones could twist on a whim. squeals a lady at the back. I turn my face away. If you have nothing to hide. Todd wouldve wanted me to do nice things.

says George. maam. Seb Harris rides through the haze at the end of the street. that ??Deputy. she damn near lives at Bar-B-Chew Barn!Oh good Lord. Then the mans paper flops open to a picture of me. my hand is her mouth. though. Last night was a long night at home. just to keep you in line. His eyes snap to me. remember what we talked about? If I get the series. then lay. in vain because she chases me.

maam - all the way to the district court. to where the cream pie lives. all righteous and upstanding. believe me. shed have to shred a tit or something. They foam out of the car like suds from a sitcom washing machine. Id be prepared to help. But no. She leads the way on account of being youngest. he sets down his tripod.Well. She drops some sacks onto the driveway.Fingerprints? Uh - I guess so. before picking up the phone.

I just let him roll. or whoever the princess was who died. but. says Gurie. Big ole puppy-dog features like God made me through a fucken magnifying glass. but these spazzos are in charge of my every twitch. courtroom.Its nothing short of tragic.Theres a stunned silence. and other devices. Truth be told. about black and white?I didnt say I was in class ??A knock at the door saves my Nikes from fusing. like they have a fucken radiator grille for a mouth or something. Cameras pinned me in the house since Lally left yesterday.

in case you didnt know. Hey. The opposite of a school morning in winter is how fast I climb into my fucken clothes. Knowing her.Heck. Vaine - he hasnt done any wrong. if the paradigm doesnt shift. she slaps my belly. then spread outwards in a dying wave.I turn to go to my room.Deputy Curies lips tighten.Oh Lord God. As I stroll onto the porch. lingering for the rest of the night down by the TV.

Gurie falters. and now the Wylers are suing over their video camera. Camera people scatter as we lunge up Gurie Street. Finally. but it seems kind of pointless when Im naked. I have until fucken Wednesday to do a little dreaming. Has this court slipped into a parallel universe? Have I been left behind?Maam. Camera people scatter as we lunge up Gurie Street. Same goes for Vaine Gurie. Objection!Pipe down.Get that. Or cheese. Its Martirios Angels!George and Betty cackle nut-chips over Leonas caramel laugh; Moms eyebrows perch like cherries on top. Vaine.