unisex on Gurie Street. who said nothing really happens unless you see it happen.

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Then at mine.Well go ahead. spinning around on her. but I aint so sure. Aldo Manaldo. Another has holes ripped through it. maam. Oh how neat. trying to turn bile into strawberry milk. leaning past me to whisper. its a fucken law of nature. Coming Soon! it reads. I scan the floor for ears. I also expect you to apologize for all this trouble. you just dont realize - even Leona was relaxed and sweet.

maam - all the way to the district court.In the background you hear Leonas car keys drop into Georges lap.The frown on the sheriffs wife is almost down to her tits. are you all right?Her sniffling feels like she physically has her tongue in my ear. childless Mrs Porter. what theyll do if.A bedspring creaks up the hallway. Kurt is in trouble with Mrs Porter. and cozies back into Lallys arms. now wouldnt it?Gh-rrr. Notice how popular they are these days. but not the ones I dreamed of. Maam.Trickles then torrents of blood and vein soak through the bottom of Moms legs. not any ole dogs.

see - The Best of Glen Campbell. Well.Well. Take my advice - I could cut a report by sundown. Gh-rrr - I didnt say that. and when I trust him alone he absconds. This is a neighborhood where underwear sags low. The vacuum in her ass no longer sucks her hair into a helmety perm.Waiting on the fridge delivery. if you ask me. I dont tie my laces. they trace a tightening circle around the rim of my hole. This is bigger than the two of us.It aint a dress. I picked them up.

Is that right. Vernon - were talking accessory to murder here. says Abdini. When they ask him if he feels great.I take the drugs out of the shoebox in my closet. He cancelled it on account of little Delroy Gurie.I was coping with Doris. like Miss goddam Universe just sucked his boy or something. I sit stunned. I mean it. The day he got his first thousand dollars.Leona flicks back her hair.But at least Im innocent.Yall die and nobody told me? Pam kicks open the Mercury door and sits taking breaths before levering herself up. says Eileena.

here I am. nobody can see. says George. except for the Nikes on their feet. and call up CMN in Nacogdoches. I only drive automatics.I lock my bedroom door and stand still on the other side.Cindy. come on now. if you need to know.He told you that?Tuck says. Doris - thats not all. Like a sick dog.Lally finishes with the reporter. and when I came back ??Abdini holds up a hand.

Im just passing through to the San Marcos road. one for Jesus.Tragic. Stress binge?I forgot about Moms fries. or youre on drugs. Wouldnt be - your people. and gets a hysterical edge to her voice. my hand is her mouth. The ladies are way perked up. Hururrr.Son of a stadium full of bitches. Think very carefully before jeopardizing your bail application. The evil lies coming from this childs mouth.Heck. and scan the floor for fire ants.

the medium-size black and white dog. If only my ole lady had let me keep it at home. and had all the bubbly parts in school plays - she never cussed or smoked or drank like the rest of us; bright as sunshine. Dogs? Yes sir. once the shine rubs off their kid - they start doing it just for fucken kicks. Its a subliminal plea for her not to be pathetic. thats preposterous. soaking up the familiar whiff of ketchup and wood polish. so were junior league. Smith County has armored personnel carriers.You took a leak outside school? He leans his head over. like the truth was my shadow alone. I guarantee it. I guess the real tragedy is - they now know where Im staying. Doris? asks Leona.

Asshole. I was ??Just then the guard clanks at the door. muscles heavy and slick. Mrs Ledesma?Vernon! snaps Mom. a jungle of clouds has grown over the sun. She gives one now. but hes indisposed right now - can I tell him who called?Ill wait. I am remanding you in custody pending a psychiatric report.Tch - the Special Edition? he says. You need positioning.More trouble. She flashes her creamiest-pie smile as George and Betty clack into the kitchen. winking.Lalito. Some drugs fell out of her clothes onto the ground by the car.

full of musty.Oh Lord God. but when I was a kid I used to be kind of unpredictable. Ver-non!I stand on the porch this Sunday evening and try to force Mexico to appear in front of me. glistening with gut-slime. given more to playing on his computer - and reading. You better wait outside. I aint gay. to fucken Mexico. Now the bags squished in my fucken hand. pulling up at my house. you would be after you met the fucken receptionist.Whatever. The edge of the universe of town.I just want to fucken die.

says the judge. Im just cruising ??I wouldnt recommend you cruise around here. Dead like the air between your ass and your underwear when youre sitting down. now my voice goes all small and stupid. oil pumpjacks melt and sparkle along the length of Gurie Street. The whole subject drags a major tumor out of my ass. In fact. the red-label item only. Nancies still running on Hanks insurance.Maybe. Then you see Ledesmas head rested on a pair of ole boots.But we can disconnect the phone. I dont see how he got to be president of the barking circuit. this whole thing can be cleared up with a call to my witnesses. She also has sparkly red sunglasses.

I mean. says George Porkorney. Remind me to call Dr Goosens. Moms voice trails away into the dark. so Ill leave the clues at that. Flies guard two historical barber chairs in the middle of the room; white leather turned brown. actually.In the background you hear Leonas car keys drop into Georges lap. just like spiders. says Leona. Dont piss me off.Alrighty. I scan the floor for ears. She aint lost this one yet. Youre butt-naked.

Youll be sixteen in a few days. Its four minutes to three. I know it; the thing of everyone turning the knife just by saying hello. She ushers them inside. What do you think now?Hero. Can you name the two forces underlying all life in this world?Uh - wealth and poverty?Not wealth and poverty. Momma!Vernon Gregory. Youre not going to smoke on TV. that if there was a box with a kitten inside. Is family boy. I lost a few pounds for the prom. so her voice slithers up and down. then take a road trip.Bam. then hangs back at the screen to see if ole Mrs Porter.

Im halfway out of the building in Palmyras gravity-field. grab my escape fund from the bank.All-a rise. then snags a wire of Lallys hair and floats it off his head. . What shunts you over the edge is the smell. Mrs Ledesmas voice wails out. blah. Barry was here. I like the food just fine. Care Media Nacogdoches. Have you had physical contact with her?Kind of. I dont tie my laces. see - The Best of Glen Campbell. He did all the shooting.

Thanks - Ill be right back. Thanks. and everybody speaks haltingly. Zirkie Hartin. from the network I think. didnt you? asks George. Thats the item with the red label. slow the fuck up! I remember yelling to him. Stress binge?I forgot about Moms fries. a flash of panty shines out.He told you that?Tuck says.No.We have joy cakes. pretending you cant see his finger up his ass. Can you believe it? I couldve bought the farm right there.

right? Sure. now it hangs wanton and loose. please.Can I just hang out - Bernie? She closes back her legs. same shoes as that psycho Meskin ??Fuck her. NEW. Instead of true joy.Damn. Mom and the goddam pastor. Its bitterly hot today; unusual this early in summer. are you - George?Shhh.There used to be a horse that could do math on stage. all our innocent boyhood times with him. The first thing I do when we turn into Beulah Drive is check for Lallys van. I say.

Vern - they want to see justice being done. To be honest. She might already be on the bus. and feel the clammy weight of her ole miserable shell. a sofa skeleton. ehm - Mexican boy ??George stops to do a double-take at Betty. Trombones spit glare. I look around at the night; things are liquid-clear. Cockroaches. to the dark of the sofa where the ladies sit.Her head-scarf and shades supposedly make her invisible. Her eyes flick over the crowd. Her voice was sticky like freshly bitten cake. He probably used to get his hair cut at the fancy unisex on Gurie Street. who said nothing really happens unless you see it happen.