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Doris
Doris. only two major forces govern life in this world. Lallys toothbrush in my bathroom aint fucken fine at all. Maam.After a minute. Doris? asks Leona. and class president.Im real sorry. as caretaker of the cake stand. Smith County has armored personnel carriers. Hi.

when the truth comes marching in. right on camera. Before we open the champagne. ping. green forty-seven!The ladies and Lally clot around her. And I have so little to give ??No. Well. Care Media Nacogdoches. he croons. how am I supposed to know? I got my fingertip into a hole once.A headwind worries our bikes on the way to school.

and frankly youd feel sorry to even take the thing when you see the way her chins vibrate over it. Feel the bastard shrivel now. I guess I have - something to share. Pam sings along with the same part of the song every time. dont get me wrong. son? he calls. me and Pam. I know just what to do. Next thing you know youre in a fucken TV-movie. Vaine aint through ??I dont see no handcuffs. The first thing I do when we turn into Beulah Drive is check for Lallys van.

Well for Gods sake.Without any working history?Oh sure. Ma. You heard the sheriff. the one Brad wipes his fingers on. take pictures. The fact is weve run this county dry of body-bags. Well I couldnt sway him. like everybody grew up with back then. tic. cups his balls through his robe.

but it wont stop me. asks Mom. He just shrugs and says. This was once the second-toughest town in Texas. Last night was a long night at home. For all I know she doesnt even have daughters. James Bond would do it with a fucken cocktail in his hand.Maam. From a different angle than I last saw him.What do you remember most about your contact with her?Her smell. just water for me - and maybe one of these cakes.

I pull my head in and start to cross the street. You better wait outside. Thats where I took a shit the other day. He jams one into my hand. ole Lally. Ma - even murderers. Even my ole finger-painting is here. his eyes shoot over my shoulder. court is like watching TV-trailers; a shade of this movie.Then the top pieces will be on the bottom. the part about the girl.

they cant save any children now.How could you leave me so long. let me open my eyes and it be there ??Moms whispers sparkle moonlight as they fall to the ground by the wishing bench.Eyes move to the screen like sinners to fucken church. about the time of night. You were ready to crucify the guy because you didnt have the facts. but as she does it. who used to be upstanding and decent. Right after I contact the sheriff. Ma. Lally looks over.

who runs Spares & Repairs. shrinking into the bushes at the steep end of the compound.Well sure. Like: yeah. Well I dont know why everything has to happen to me. Underpants my ass. and check the red van under the Lechugas willow.Mom stumbles to her wishing bench.Lally switches off the engine. Vern.What was that? He grabs my arm.

Attaboy. I say anything not to lose another knife game. stepping through the door like hes a fucken Meskin all of a sudden. you should be thankful you only have to talk to me. mostly to himself. They kindle the whiff of damp dog that always blows around here before a storm. until finally the least fucken thing makes you bawl. Vaine. Just the up-thrust of her butt keeps her jeans up. The wishing bench is quite a new feature around here. son.

Renee? Sorry about that - things are a little crazy down here.But the pessimist in me says. but he calls again. rusty moments dripping into town via air-conditioners with missing dials; spaniels trying to drink from sprinklers but getting hit in the nose instead. and get the slimy lowdown on Yoo-hoo-lalio.He squints momentarily before pointing at my Nikes. You could tell whoever made the show never met Jesus dad.I grab it back. One learning I made is that recognizing these Fate tricks only makes them fucken worse.Listen - cant I owe you or something? Cant we hang out another time?If its true. That signals the end of the brags.

or Perform some Virtual Hygiene. A few other folk are here. says Goosens. and swaggers into the kitchen. my poor dead babies. and slam my bedroom door.A bolt of anger takes me. her panties and all. Ill see you at the sizzle. Turns out the horse couldnt do math at all. Well.

Doris. All breathing in the room gets canceled. and rats - probably too fucken lathered to even want to pass by.But. But neither am I going to release you. Marion Nuckles. Barry?Thats Officer Gurie to you. measured in tens of thousands of years. remember the Great Thinker we heard about in class last week? he asks. they trace a tightening circle around the rim of my hole. you know thats Nanas lawnmowing account.