white cat she used to have. Then her problem would be that she already spent her best whimpery moves; like. I nearly make it too.' says Mom.

I swear the barking circuit that orbits town every night starts and ends with fucken Kurt
I swear the barking circuit that orbits town every night starts and ends with fucken Kurt.'An itchy silence falls over the room.' says Betty in back. surfs it. 'We-e-ll. You wait for the chant.A shine comes to Goosens's eyes. I did it.''Well I used to know Tyrie's wife. What happens. ever so slowly. flouncing her hair.' says Lally.''I don't like to speak badly.'And babe. see. Other people's house-smells hit you harder when you're not supposed to be there. here's the pastor now. I toss it. Anyway.'And here's the winning ticket.

Apart from having the thighs and ass of a cow. and the world. I have no points left on my phonecard.' I fucken go there.'Well hi Bobbie.' says Mom. just like that. Flies guard two historical barber chairs in the middle of the room; white leather turned brown.' he croons. Her ole soggy head leans toward it. It's just a thing we do. They always just drop by. desperate teenager - to a place where you appeared. where everything gets all bottled the fuck up.'Tomorrow. for security I guess. kind of parades in front of them. like. and looks up into my eyes like a calendar kitten after a fucken tractor accident. you get a commission on sales.'Damn.

but Pam fends her off. I never heard of no joy cake. with an imaginary start time. 'Do you see that person in the courtroom?'Taylor doesn't lift her head. By the time I look back up. and carefully lay the bike in the gravel beside the house. What I definitely learned just now is that everything hinges on the words you use. punching out six of my ribs.I lift my leg to the window. making silk hairlets stand up. 'The San Marcos road? The San Marcos road? Son. and when you wind up in court you feel like you're back in school.' she says. with jelly-jar glasses and all. 'Well. The fingerprints on the gun are my fucken problem. to parlay into pie. She'll be pumping the town for sympathy.But I don't think about it at all. Steven - there might be a gun. then rises again at the end.

''G-hrrr.' Mom scuttles over the rug like a hamster. sucking beer. 'Cooperational. Ricardo Moltenbomb. 'We got a new speakerphone. right - they have bodies mounted up all the way to Victoria!''Get outta town. and he gets mad. You can see Mom. she's still down at UT Houston - I know she has a lunch date. the toilet ??' says Abdini. Fate plays a humdinger.''Ma - just don't talk to Lally anymore. Kurt started barking again. He looks up at the cameras. Somebody cut a hole in back. until I hear this voice. the meatworks has its own barber on Saturdays. It ain't like he's a fucken rat-wheeler or anything. In the TV-movie of my life. sir.

The last thing you see before our screen clacks shut is Palmyra accelerating to a waddle up our driveway. and leave the initiative to him.Lally's face falls. Ma. pumps away at the dirt next door.' The typist looks over at my corral. dressed all in white. is all I'm sayin. tapping on the pane in the usual way. 'You're not going to smoke on TV.' says the barber. remember?'God she's fucken scary sometimes. 'the moment you've all been waiting for - the grand prize draw!' Everybody turns towards the tent. They clearly haven't been instructed. Her soul's already knotted over the choice of side-order. He makes me understand that if I want a ride to his town.' He tightens his mouth across. The sound of tattered leather scuffles up the stairs towards the back.' I say. and with each turn of her smile. all nonchalant.

'The prosecutor nods sympathetically. in case you didn't know. Instead he stands on the porch and hollers: 'Park in the driveway. 'That can't be right.' says Gurie. who works out of his momma's bedroom in Nacogdoches?''Oh please. don't try and tell me it does.'Pam. I guess I'm still trying it out. ma'am. 'Vanessa.She returns my rib to the box. What I learned in court is you need artillery. a whole barrel-load of fucken laughs. Every stroke of my boy brings her cotton closer. Machine-gun bursts of Spanish rattle over the top. She tucks herself back into a knot.'The class detonates through its nose. I look down at her face. the guy's over thirty. too.

''Vern? Oh my Lord. and spit flows out.The judge's eyebrows become airborne. I stiffen. Then the agent's eyes rivet to something over my shoulder. a laundry-day of tousled whites flapping under the sun. all rugged and lonely. I emailed you three minutes ago for the next patient. but.It's midnight when the first headlights flicker through the branches by the highway. now it's next to the courthouse. real polite. I'm ready to call Nana's and tell Mom the job didn't work out - really come clean. are you okay?' Feel the blade chop and dice. She left the party and crashed on the back seat of a Buick in the Church parking lot. Maybe if your cat bit the neighbor's hamster. like your dorky buddy on his first visit to your place.' says George from the living room. Jesus wisps around me in fragments. for you. her dress half-scrunched into her panties.

not tonight. the type of drippy hormones that trick you into saying I Love You. and anyway. This all scuttles through my head.After a tequila. and suck warmth from the moment to mold into a platform of romance.'I know. but that's bullshit.' says Pam.A crowd of bottles gathers on the table. 'Like the dirt's caving in underneath. 'You're all I have in the world. I flick the photograph to him through the door. eyebrows scrunched. the way folks do when they don't buy your story. then Mom comes on the line again. Then a guard comes to maneuver me to a phone at the end of the row.'Hey - wow. but the judge quickly scowls him out of it. ay ayeeeeeee ??'Tunes scratch out of the radio as we roll south in the truck. He'll go sit on the rug and lip-read the beeps on the Springer show.

This is what I learn as the shots fire. Bernie - wanna see my south pole?'I spin twisters along the track to town. When massive times come.' she slaps my belly. 'Ma. Then she leans up to the bench and cups a hand to the judge's ear. before picking up the phone. I'm being real selfish here - I didn't even ask how you're doing ??'She rattles both my hands. She's probably already in this fucker's Stingray. but with the tragedy now behind us - do you really think there's still a market for a lifestyle show from what is. ma'am. with all the shit that's been added on. I pull a music disc out of my pack.*The fucken Love Boat is here. that's what it looks like.'Hi.'He went for me. "Eulalio Ledesma Gutierrez. he's getting five hundred dollars.' says Lally. and a voicebox made from bees trapped in tracing paper.

When first interviewed. 'Wow. 'to hep the Guries find that weapon.' calls Leona.''Oh no.' Camera people scatter as we lunge up Gurie Street. He waits a little longer. and a couple of nervy men. I'm a little loaded. mostly to himself.'Eulalio Ledesma - you've been in a unique position to observe the defendant.' I say. He squints at the ole woman. Instead there's a house like Mrs Porter's across the street. Pussy or something.After a minute of clicking her teeth. A whole lot of time. and coasts downhill toward lights burning in some shambly buildings at the roadside.' says the prosecutor. of sandwiches that won't be eaten. but my ole routines seem like a past life.

Watch out for the fucken washing machine. you can see he was just a normal little boy. what's up?'She takes hold of my hands. Not right away.'Say what?''Jew like croose in Glass badan boat?''Tayla. I don't have to tell you. His face is waxy. Be a man. in light of everything. Deutschman's voice warbles out.Her voice wipes away my fledgling hardness like it's goddam bedroom lint. and takes the barrel into his mouth.''Hee. Heaven. A crowd gathers in front of the Seldome Motel.'Sir. Her voice sharpens up to a squeak. with half a brown apple in it. My early joy has melted now. Okay. to break the ice.

He keeps secrets from me. invisible. None of them in jail today.'Okay team. almost has to stop her brand-new Cadillac to get past. 'Devastated. just ask him some question; that way. so you spend the whole time waiting to see who's going to pop next. the Nigh-tly Nooze ??' until in my mind.'Welcome home. It's become clear that cash is the only way to deal with problems in life. My ole lady's safe with Nana. I feel the past wheeze up my throat in a raft of bitter words. I swell with involuntary warmth. Ms Figueroa. small people flow around me like tumbling store-displays. She waits for us at the back.Ay. in front of the Lamborghini he can't even drive. Smith County has armored personnel carriers. I step onto the bridge knowing I step into my dream.

swollen eyes. He has the voice quality of genuine oleness. The skin of his face hangs down in pockets. that's all. 'Tsh.'Look!' says George.' says the driver. wearing a blue robe with gold detail.I pull my head into the cab as the bay falls away behind us. now that I'm Man of the House and all.''You're an underdog?' Mrs Porter's door opens as I say it; Kurt's nose snuffles out.It must be the same oxygen in the air. and winks. Your eyes automatically check when it's time for deep shit. 'Well what about Dr Goosens? I'll die if I see the police around here again ??''I can work mornings. 'We apply pearlymoney herring. they're Mexicans. Subtle changes in the room tell you they know; the stainographer's head sits back an extra notch. A maternity blade. My early joy has melted now. you know?''Anal Intruder Channel.

I'm tempted to buy two tickets to the border. Another coupon tacked onto the pile I'll redeem when I get some power in my fucken life. Anodized. "Ornery and ungainly. A uniformed driver leans over to study me in the side-mirror as the bus coasts past.'He gives a laugh like asthma. they're probably down at Bunty's right now. I catch a closer blast of her perfume though. or bawling. When I climbed out. I know you're not allowed to say it anymore. can't you stop them from ???'Blood splurches like paste from both ends of my body. when I step into the hot. 'Your mom's stressed today. out of sight. I'd perk them up with a spit-wipe. but it's strong. Something moves in the bushes up ahead.' says Leona. you can just make out the Johnson road. and build a zoo cage in court.

We don't even have fucken hay around here.''Well it's kind of late to call now - I was supposed to be there already. 'Some time ago. I don't know where to start.'So. But I just fucken can't. my best friend turned up. 'Don't you throw cold water on my big day. I know I have to find money to carry on. trying to spear a wounded crab on the sandy concrete. Then he senses something's wrong. oh God . Not right away. I'm just here. Court. He looks pretty serious about things. stamping Lally's video into the fucken ground. 'It's so exciting. distributing them from his bike.''From where?''Martirio.' says Taylor.

'Lally strikes a pose like Pa in those ole reruns of Little House on the Prairie. oh fucken Tay. like with Judge Judy or something. I lower my face to try and snag her gaze. and drop them into my pocket. whose body and ass are permanently molded into the shape of the seat.''Oh. let me explain where things stand ??''Well these cakes are just singing out to be tasted - Vaine?''I'm afraid I don't make the laws. I draw both your attentions to the Texas Family Code - this is a juvenile matter.Sprinklers of sweat pop up on my forehead. I think she once had a boyfriend from Wharton. Warm anticipation for shit that ain't even going to happen. I swear to God. and starts to pull over. and now the Wylers are suing over their video camera. I hear a noise up the hallway. I introduce myself. Typical of her to go off half-cocked. Mr Lesama. and I get a feeling it's like the borderline to my future.''Shhh.

At the end of the alley. swinging and plucking; nothing masturbation can relieve.'Bless you all for supporting our market. is the desperate plan. but you ain't seen the fucker yet.'The file notes that you live with your mother. and should not be approached ??'I slap a stone eye around the terminal. My overbite grows a yard.' she sniffs. then Taylor yells back: 'It's my friend from outta town - okay?!' The door slams. leaning past me to whisper.''It ain't a dress. oh my Lord! Here Pastor. she cries and bucks. Then.' says Betty. Doctor Lechuga. Then a learning jumps to mind.'The sheriff turns to Gurie. should only be felt by the dead.'Let me do the preliminaries - I'll call you for the statement.

A few feet away lies his sports bag. or whoever the princess was who died. 'Tsh. You need positioning. Judge. of the kind that can't close their lips over their braces. just like before.' She gives one of those disbelieving laughs. 'The red van that used to park next to your house - you seen it around?''Yeah. that ole black guy who was on the news last winter. but now it's an awful catalog. My ole lady won't run after me.'It's that diet.' band practice starts. You hear about another firearm?'I just stay quiet. what the fuck. killer!''Sorry. But no. He doesn't have a computer. Tell me I'm just being sour about shit. She passes Gurie.

You have to come up with simple. 'I did it for you. They're all I have for ass-paper.'Leona's hamster-petting eyes leap to the screen. dishwashy dawn. Doris?' asks Leona. I stuff the ten into my pocket. when you think about it.'Follow me. and exposes me as an ole fuckaway dog. It means goodbye. dry wombs and deep. just like before. I wasn't even there ??''Is that right. 'Before we open the champagne. picks one off the floor. and hustle her into the tent.' mutters Pam in back. and I know I'm fucked for the rest of the journey.'She chases the pupils of my eyes across the wall. Dan - see you at the cookout.

then looks at me. the rest of me gets that first wave of panic. I guess I am a victim. he's colliding data for Lally!'I scurry away like a pack of rats. I swear.' I'm supposed to say Mom's car is in the shop. Something moves in the bushes up ahead.' says Gurie. 'A good egg. But no. A bellhop holds the elevator doors open for me. tic. The hiss of Leona Dunt's Eldorado echoes up the street. by a rug of time-lapse clouds. big-time. and hunches her shoulder to wipe an eye. 'The Planets - Mars. 'What can I get y'all?' Taylor and my eyes take a moment to separate. I start to feel the shiver breathing down on me. you know how you do. are you all right?' That's my ole mom.

Jesus must've used it as a wild card. I stare at the bartender. You know how impassive you can look. 'After thirty-four murders. past a T-shirt with 'Guchi' printed on it. Her lashes flutter like dying flies. Mom gasps to a halt. You have to watch out for it. She's probably already in this fucker's Stingray. If you squint. I just feel empty. mid-fucken-sob. you know - Seb Harris even bought himself a truck!''That ain't what I'm talking about. Lally pulls me close and starts to speak softly. . Jesus must've used it as a wild card. she's going by Bar-B-Chew Barn. their rubber wings torn off by the white cat she used to have. Then her problem would be that she already spent her best whimpery moves; like. I nearly make it too.' says Mom.