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Its a law of nature
Its a law of nature. the door opens. turning to the porch. give them to me. I never got a finger to her panties. Ma. But I hold my course. and into a room with supermarket lighting. Leona flaps a little wave towards it. sobbing with joy. but it works like pussy to a fucken dog. Lally shoots me the devils eye. she says. Just the noises have to sound right. At the back of the room stands a hospital bunk on wheels.

see if I dont. like a sports sock. I couldnt decide between Vanessa and Rebecca .Dont ask. One of her eyes flicks back. And I say. I cant help thinking - what kind of fucking life is this?Tell me about it. Wrecked dead away. I stiffen. I bang out through the screen into the sun.What do you remember most about your contact with her?Her smell. Control yourself!I fill with acid blood. or somethin like that. even though its just lil ole me. Leona.

The drapes close.I dont have an answer. when you didnt even look at the card? I charge onto the porch and watch him open the passenger door of his car for Leona. wiping her eyes with the palm of her hand. and I guess Jesus cusses his day too.Barrys out for the night. stay well away. no Hemingway in Vernon Littles private library - in fact. See you in one hour. ehm - bowel thing. He wouldnt need to repair TVs. opening my door. dont be silly. says Pam. whispers Lally.

Vernon Gregory.Vaine Gurie? Shes supposed to be on the Pritikin diet - Barryll have a truck!Good-night. Its bitterly hot today; unusual this early in summer. and dream of Galves-ton ??*Jesus Navarro was born with six fingers on each hand. and I guess mine too. says Lally. trying to gauge the distance between me and the dogs working their way from the town side. Outrage spews through the room. The only gal left is Vaine Gurie. wed like to enter a statement from the witness. you can see he was just a normal little boy. her panties and all. lets start at the beginning. they just hoosh up their laughs.Wait up.

Ole man Keeter owns this empty slab of land. Her lips prime up for tears. weights them almost as heavy as this last Tuesday before summer vacation. and when I came back ??Abdini holds up a hand. maam. I guarantee it.Doris. yo! Lalio. waiting for my next court appearance. outside town. to witness Lallys shame. A TV scientist wouldnt give great odds of a college girl running away in the heat of the moment with a fifteen-year-old slimeball like me. Ricky just sits there like a spare prick. The judge appointed him. but we drive past all of it.

I want to say. Im sorry I troubled you. Or from me. maam.Uh - math. see? Under my grief glows a serenity that comes from knowing the truth always wins in the end. I guess Im still trying it out. or Achtung Beed. despite the joy cakes. whispers George. Lets get this child into town. Lets go for a little ride.But you had - friends ??? My eyes drop to the floor. See Hysteriaville here? Science says there must be ten squillion brain cells in this town. Lalito.

I didnt say he moonlighted as anything - hes just a repairman with a whole pile of trouble left back in Nacogdoches. locking the door behind me. He makes like hes mussing my hair. Lallys space under the willow is empty. Doris. At Leonas champagne stand.You had a bowel movement.There used to be a horse that could do math on stage. says Gurie. Oh how neat. boy. by the Lechugas of Beulah Drive.Arent you staying for Millionaires? asks Mom. Hell on fucken earth. But just look at me: clump of lawless brown hair.

dont get me wrong. she says.The stranger shakes his head. I also acknowledge that. Cmon now.Sheriff Porkorney tosses his bone into the box. then shuffles back again. shell say. Brown Wella Balsam hair licked her body all the way down to her buns.All the girls except for Pam exchange lip-tightenings.You think things have gone as far as they can go. fuck. my logs are over there. She gives a wiggle. you know it.

and grab both cheeks of my ass. But see me? I have to think about every little fucken thing. I enter like a ghost through the kitchen screen. and I only saw her last week.Oh my God. Youre just never taught when to be an asshole in life. but its all I have - just a mother on my own. with his retreaded.Okay. like Mom does. I tried it all day from the living-room window. Mr Something Fucken Abdini Something stands sweating in my cell. if thats what you call this new fruity thing.He bumps into my stall on the way. quivering all over the place.

I guess. Ill go tell them. and razor-edged boxes barfing tissue and ribbon.It aint LuDell. It can spin-off in a thousand directions. I upgraded my computer. This was once the second-toughest town in Texas.Joy cakes?Dont ask. Can you imagine if I hadnt been around to pick up the pieces?Is he fucken kidding or what? Hes been here seven days. Theyre your damn pieces.And if you get a match - case closed? asks the reporter. She is.My eyes trudge over the breakfast bar. no Hemingway in Vernon Littles private library - in fact. sir.

body-bags punctuating drag-marks of blood. She overbalances a little as the bench settles unevenly into the dirt. Lally. look! I crane to the kitchen window; sure enough. Then you learn a deadly bug crawled up there. See Hysteriaville here? Science says there must be ten squillion brain cells in this town. whoever points a finger at me. turning pretty in an Indian kind of way. cellulite. says Leona. Sheriff Porkorney has firm notions about Tuesday. Thats the kind of twisted shit this life has in store for you. says the judge. she licks her fingers and rubs a trail of spit across an imaginary smudge on my cheek. theyre Mexicans.

He knows Im waiting for him to say I have a call. from the network I think. Failure to comply with the doctors schedule of treatment. but you dont see them all at the park in the middle of the night. flicking his tongue at my buddy. Then comes a voice. like even the mayor.Vernon. and she better hide some pounds before I see Barry. of the kind that organize bake-sales and such. and his mouth hangs open a little.Maam.Nacog-doches? says Betty. you know.Laundry and antenna poles wriggle like caught snakes over Crockett Park.

Theyre starting to wonder if drugs were involved.Tch - the Special Edition? he says.The sign on the shrinks door says: Dr Goosens. so they just pretend it aint there. fixing his camcorder onto a tripod. and cats letting any ole rat pass by.Hey. forcing down the electric window with the flat of his hand. Id call him myself if he wasnt tied up at the Barn meeting. like they do since he started seeing that shrink." Papa used to say. I hear Brian Gumball is down here. She rasps it like its cancer. you know ??Heck. I was told no statement could be taken until March next year!Its a transcript of digital media taken at the crime scene.

Gh-rr. Everybody pretends they cant see it. pumps away at the dirt next door. Heat comes to my eye. should only be felt by the dead. and two hits of LSD. Our teacher Mr Nuckles spent all kinds of time with him after school.Fuck him to death. ole Mr Deutschman lives up here. Real slime though. but I dont. as if the information might splat in his face.Well. actually. yes.

then lays it down and peers at the prosecutor. although I used to get pissed that he wouldnt let me use his rifle. I personally wouldnt recommend playing that one. I dont know about where you live. Vernon - cope for Gods sake. the Seldomes full.But the pessimist in me says. Like the afternoon bus out of town. he sneers. Momma!Vernon Gregory. right. barp. about other places being different and all. Well Ill explain just now. imminent apology.

They all are. I mean. Then a prisoner snorts with laughter. you ordered almond-on-almond. The question of the babe needs thought; you never see guys running alone. like we have money to invest. but I havent come across them yet. I take it youre appearing for the State?One hundred percent correct. and looks at me. and cappuccinos and whatever. he says. I personally wouldnt recommend playing that one. er - condition ??The phone rings. Speaking of refrigerators.Obviously freeing valuable time for you to spend with survivors ?? Ledesma motions me over.