hear what I'm sayin?''My attorney can't even speak fucken English
hear what I'm sayin?''My attorney can't even speak fucken English. But I can't.' Mom scuttles over the rug like a hamster. Fate plays a card. c'mon will ya?!'No. you can tell. Is that the truth?'Taylor's mouth flaps emptily for a second.''But you admit to being present at the first massacre. God.''Ma. 'Don't underestimate your general public. along with a bag of my clothes. Loni.'Mira que te esta esperando Ledesma.Picture a wall of cancer clouds sliced clean across the border.''I said keep the change. 'You told the court this?''Hell no. I'm just cruising ??''I wouldn't recommend you cruise around here.
if you're interested.' Then. Condolences and aid continue to pour into the devastated community ??''Vernon. brake.The officer shows me into a room with a table and two chairs. You can still hear my ole lady from the porch. 'Wow. because he snarls: 'You cannibals dare talk to me about the constitution?''The constitution'. you just know every household in the land is tuned in.Leona wafts through the door behind them. 'Why didn't she stick to Weight Watchers?''Honey. diving for the phone. the ole woman flinches and points to the prosecutor. I thought it was the people with my Special Edition. like that she'd probably be at the Barn with Pam. I swear the barking circuit that orbits town every night starts and ends with fucken Kurt. the one with her wishing bench under it. for melon slammers.
Lally's on a roll. the mud-flaps. my universe for all these long years. who used to go to my junior school. I can't thank y'all enough. but ??''Don't tell me you weren't close to the Meskin boy. my hand is her mouth. 'Say your piece. ever so slowly. She'll be pumping the town for sympathy. wearing overalls and rubber gloves.'The driver drops a big ole load.''Fuck. But my ole man was still alive when I saw those movies. Whenever he smiles he looks away. I ain't gay. She scans it.' they wave.
you can't buy angry poetry. The hem of their dream hangs over this bridge too.I get some waves about it. Maybe a tang of freedom. Storms clouds park over her patrol car. the plane turns toward some bleachers set up around an empty section by the airport perimeter. then turns and spreads his arms to the ladies. He hands the disc to the driver; they both nod. but doesn't get past the refresher wipes before we turn into Liberty Drive. I scan the distance for the correct-looking hotel to call from. You hear the fanfare of trumpets and drums. 'it'd have to be one of your cases.''Oh goodnight. I step onto the bridge knowing I step into my dream. I start to feel the shiver breathing down on me. you know it. I see the TV pictures in my mind. Vernon.
Power. Thursday. They all are. but conscious. and fourteen music discs. My head hangs buzzing in the dark. I see a Bar-B-Chew Barn cap up ahead.'Vaine nods.'The screen clacks shut. shots that cut short the life of a man who overcame childhood autism to become a glowing star in law management. they trace a tightening circle around the rim of my hole. Jesus got worse after that. You ain't porkin the preacher in there are ya? You ain't tossin the ham javelin all night long. but all I see is a stocky young woman with a baby. spinning a trail of fluff-balls down the hill.' His eyes snap to me. not by the police. when she's balling Lally up the hall.
But I ain't coming back.'Max Lechuga puts on his most blameless face.''I do. the guy's smart. all shiny around the nose and eyes. I don't figure.Tonight. But it ain't in the shop.' Then she raises the hem up her legs.' Mom's eyes sink back into her sockets. then - pulling together?''We have some manpower over from Luling.''Where you parents?''They're already in Mexico. 'Stress binge?'I forgot about Mom's fries. I even have a Camel to smoke.'Hey. Which is way down. Now it's making noise about the hunt for the second firearm. He motions for my billfold.
Mexico?'I said Canada or Surinam. and a new beer shows up. But all she scrapes is bullshit. Vern. the lazy panties in fragrant sunshine. You have to quiver and be fucken devastated all the time. then sit again in my cell. That's when the shrink can see me. 'It's the Special Edition. And Vernon ??''Uh?''Sit up straight in the car - town's crawling with cameras. right - they have bodies mounted up all the way to Victoria!''Get outta town.''After what he did to me?''After what he did to you? What about what you did to me? This is something special with Lally. Anyway. He walks me upstairs to the phone. all with some kind of psycho-knife stuck in them that loved-ones could twist on a whim.'If things don't happen unless you see them happening. Nuckles tightens. The only way to wash them out is to buy the song and play it day and night.
no. Pelayo stops on the sidewalk by the bar. I'm the kid out there who hears about somebody else's trouble.' says the prosecutor.'Okay team. He points out a cloud with his nose. Taylor looks me over. 'it'd have to be one of your cases. I never see his face in its likeness again. He moves a branch to watch us pass.''This is one of her better days.''It don't matter. Your neighbor's tragedy is big business now.'The frown on the sheriff's wife is almost down to her tits. Kurt barks outside. and I have to hunch my shoulder up to my cheek. After a minute. 'Well but Vernon could just as easily give that number to the patients.
my mouth drops open like. Did you know he's actually a TV repairman. you can tell Abdini is the product of centuries of fast-talking and double-dealing. even though I was close enough to catch the lick-your-own-skin-and-sniff-it disease that wastes me today; fucken hauntings of hollows between elastic and thigh. and Taylor was there.I badly want to leave her some cream pie.' says Mom.'The reality of what's happening starts to tingle in my brain. a horn smile. 'Well gosh. the mud-flaps. change the number ?? Lalito? You can't walk out after this whole month of bliss. Mr Something Fucken Abdini Something stands sweating in my cell. 'Then forget Pritikin - she needs the Wilmer Plan. For such a nerdy dog. Pastor.''How come?''Because you're only eight. like - in a car?''I'll take a cab.
Abdini is fat the way an anvil is fat. farther north. We both turn to the kitchen window. Her eyebrow rides high today. and I pull right back. but then when the deputies came ??''Ma. on account of being older than me.''Well. The apron sellers gloomily munch fudge. you know ??''Heck.''Looks like you're hidin out to me. Fat ole Vaine. 'Tsh. like - I didn't do anything. my friend Pelayo ??''The truck driver. He helped me into the back of this car. The first thing I do when we turn into Beulah Drive is check for Lally's van. We sit listening as long as we can bear it.
and hands a file to Goosens. next time or whatever. boy. I didn't know how he'd turn out ??'A no-brand smile grows under the sheriff's moustache. Got a job for the summer?''Nah. and would she like to come along. I know - just like that. She's been bawling just now. which it kind of does. Not like the picture in my soul.'Vaine Gurie? She's supposed to be on the Pritikin diet - Barry'll have a truck!''Good-night.' says Gurie.''I suggest you killed them. make it slither to the spout end of the funnel of truth. His cheeks pucker double-time. 'The home's strictest rule is non-disclosure of carers' identities. 'This the boy?' he asks.''All I remember is asking Naylor if he ever heard of a Manual Cunt.
like a TV doctor. 'Kid. Underneath my new expression. He found a gun yesterday. hum cross-country with the moths. then a Mexican officer arrives and talks to them both. Chunks of a Smith County truck flash through the legs of the marching band. Did you know that?''Say what?'I'm just telling you for court. How many offices does a girl have that you can get more'n one finger into?''Offices?''Cavities - holes. I stupidly pick up a menu. All my troubles jump out of my tract like rats from an airplane.'I close my closet door. Today I'll give the gun a wipe.'So much for Mom. I was a student. I also catch a blast of girls' hot-weather underwear.' says Lally. Suddenly this fancy fucken suit appeared.
you know it.''Well it's true. I'm full of feelings. girls - come on up for a soda.' and slaps me on the arm. but professional teams sift through mountains of gray to get them there.''Over the sheriff's head?''Uh-huh. I pull my head in and start to cross the street. to pick up any kind of asshole. he had a stomach ache - he does have this. 'Eu-lalio?' He doesn't answer. which don't even smudge my throat on the way down.'Oh no.'Fuck.The boys serve up a shot they say will cure me.'Ella.''Haugh.' says the prosecutor.
'I know 'chinga' is the fuck word. and I'm late for math. so - no. too; an up-and-coming one. 'I hope it's no problem - Vern agreed to collate some local data for me ??''Oh. Just bottled the fuck up till it fucken explodes. you'd think they'd say it. and under 'F. web events. Her voice immediately gets all relaxed and intimate.' says Lechuga. I also have to call home and straighten things out. some of them. I'll get her. though. not tonight. Fuck. We're going to split the booty.
''Pluck off.I try not to drop a load. You just can't afford waves when you have to be in Mexico by daybreak.'I don't fucken think so. but to deaden the part that learned to expect.She returns my rib to the box. The point is.'Lally! My Lalo!' cries the lady. The place is just like the TV-movie where these casino gamblers are in death's lobby.' George excavates a tunnel to Mom through her cigarette smoke. 'she went back to Weight Watchers?''The Zone. every token of how remote my dream is from her mind.'Nice gown. Sweat drips from my nose. of the kind that can't close their lips over their braces.'Lally shrugs helplessly. you know. but ??''I know.
dorky enough. 'Walk this way. She gives up. You know right away my movie's the one where I puke on my legs.Silas Benn has an ole washing machine for a letterbox. I ain't no killer ??''Yeah. As I picture it.'He shrugs and turns back to his partner. Not to deaden the brain. money. 'It's so exciting. Preacher Gibbons's voice echoes down the line behind me. Bobby. She's slow. Then he says.' says the truck driver from the bar.I limp into the Greyhound waiting room. in her fuck-me-to-a-cross whimper.
I shuffle behind the Mexican ladies toward check-in. which means tourists will be here from home.Look at all the girls crying by the school. Her lips turn anus-like.' whispers George. I line up behind two Mexican ladies at the ticket counter.Reporters jostle me all the way to the front door. Or Goosens's pecker or something. My ole lady's safe with Nana. Gh. these credits are gonna run out - what's important is that I'm fine.'The judge stares at the attorneys. like a product in the market - the jails are full of people who didn't manage their positions. that's something I just learned. but the pocket's so tight I can hardly get my hand in at all. Left behind.''Look. where are you? We know you were sighted near Marshall this morning ??''Ma.
with a fence around it. But you know how Martirio is. Localized smirking from douche-bag Leona.'But. Always just in a gap in some bushes. just the ends of them. and secondly you should consult the media room for updates. with time on our hands.''Well Vernon ??''Click. Don't ask me why. the underwears are evoked. 'Did you get the advance? I've been counting on your advance. calm down - is it about the gun?'Her eyes brighten for a moment. as lions and tigers stir under this silicon-clear evening. and Fate. Mexican Fate. Subtle changes in the room tell you they know; the stainographer's head sits back an extra notch. but Ella's hand intercepts me at the leg.
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