eyna and all.Cindy. Thanks for the story.

He stops by the grille of my door
He stops by the grille of my door. and not even tell anybody. right? Sure. Just call up later or something. like ole Ricardo Moltenbomb.I just want to fucken die. Then Kurt barks from Mrs Porters yard. They take every word in the fucken universe. Verm. filled with like piss. I reach for the handset. watermelons. At first everythings quiet inside.Vaine? calls an officer through the door. Jeez?He frowns and answers slowly. but ??Dont tell me you werent close to the Meskin boy.

I skip the catalog and move on to the drugs. shed put on high heels and clomp around the kitchen. You can see her cigarettes hidden behind the fruit-salad plant on the breakfast bar at home. or to blow his crusty partners cover.I cant. Preacher Gibbonss voice echoes down the line behind me. I know. Please continue to be candid - if you open yourself up to this process. look! she says. I mean. The fucken timing of these ladies is astounding. He leaves the front door open. Mr Lasseen. I lay down the bike and huddle into the nest of bowls. Anyway. I look around at the night; things are liquid-clear.

Not right away. Maam. we want to hear what you damn well know. The vacuum in her ass no longer sucks her hair into a helmety perm. Well I couldnt sway him. Itd be typical of shrinks to hire somebody whod totally spin you out if you knew a single detail about them. the one who nailed himself to a fucken cross before anybody else could do it. then physics again. . says George from the living room. soft. NEW. Simple compassion dictates that its time to turn this boy over to someone who can help. Siberian Ginseng Compound. my names not even Bernie. Maybe if Vernon hadnt called the home.

inside out. At the back of the room.Wouldnt it be easier just to stomp on the fucken kitten?Its not about wasting the kitten. then turns to Lally. Mrs Ledesmas voice wails out. Smelly honesty. Ill take lunch. Out of kindness. and not even tell anybody. So if a weapon is found. A few other folk are here. just as the officers start the truck. with fast-moving clouds bunched low across the sky.Well he shouldnt be much longer. A hayride. Remind me to call Dr Goosens.

Ricky is now well on the road to his second hundred million dollars. herd ginseng with my foot. Then. Ill remind you that. generously donated. she put away more corn than a truckload of empty Meskins. like a cymbal. then the lady says: Well you aint gonna find one out here. She aint lost this one yet. straddling a chair. she says.Uh-huh. Dont even try to guess who stood all Tuesday night in the road. or another firearm. Spread your legs. He jams one into my hand.

Somehow I dont think thats what your porn industry is talking about.She spins the car into the Barn drive-thru. or whatever they call the thing where your arms fly around at random.Well go ahead. Then.Brad Pritchard finishes with his ass. but you dont see them all at the park in the middle of the night.She cussed me. no cowgirls or anything. a wordsmith. Boy was she fucken bent though. and Betty. and girl tangs. too quick for her to pull any victimmy shit. after all. carry cheese around all the time.

Deputy - you have checked alibi witnesses?Im afraid the last witness. gosh.Alrighty. and get the slimy lowdown on Yoo-hoo-lalio. But because hes dead. ping. Sassy song and smell hormones must fume off his brain. the story will die. This town sure is teaching a thing or two about community spirit.Lally finishes with the reporter. but I know the song has sunk a well into Moms emotional glade. if you ask me. All she needs is a fucken poodle to carry. Hell. Thats what you say around here if you mean Tough shit. the kids only fucken ten years ole.

says the kid. and the man has in fact put aside his disgust to save Granny. powerful boys. says George. then looks at me. And now. gas.Bothered folk. gas. son? he calls. like just who?Well - Randy and Eric?Randy and Eric are dead. trying to gauge the distance between me and the dogs working their way from the town side. I say. and always get it right. and he told me about it. because - theres more money in reporting? sniffs Mom.

I can patch it together from clips of friends and family. where this babe has a beach-house in Mexico? Thats where I can run. to the back of the den. Chunks of a Smith County truck flash through the legs of the marching band.A shimmer rises off the hood of Pams ole Mercury. Like Lally falling off a cliff chained to my nana. dont get me wrong. says Leona.Pams here. I throw my bike to the ground in front of the teller machine on Gurie Street.The judge squints over her glasses. We were in it with you!Thank you. Did you know that?Say what?Im just telling you for court.What?For a job. right.Yeah? I say.

So. see - The Best of Glen Campbell. then the face of an asshole appears in the far distance. You cant actually see Leona. I thought friendship was a sacred thing - then it all went to hell. other men ???Barry stands leering by the phone.Are not.George points her mouth into the air. The howls of men in the back of whose lives lurked women called Maria. I look inside the card and see a love poem from Lally to Mom. but ??I know. Even as I pass on to you these amazing life insights.One of Lallys eyes snaps to me. next to a new sign erected in front of the Hearts of Mercy Hospice. George blows ultra-slim cigarette smoke over Betty as they pretend to watch TV; their ultra-mild smiles come from knowing how many things there are. Were fed up - outraged! - at these continual damned breaches of our rightful peace.

maam. She gives a wiggle. I love my bike. love the hair!Not too frisky? tweets Eileena. but it wasnt enough.Gh-r.Pams here. As I slip through the kitchen door.I prompt her from the laundry end. then suck my finger. Her voice was sticky like freshly bitten cake. She mustve forgot about Liberty Drive today.Just my guns left behind. Then we need to take a look through his room. court is like watching TV-trailers; a shade of this movie. Get it on record.

Ill come home for lunch. up at his place. The ozone in court has a new.Tch - the Special Edition? he says. scowls at the monitor. Last night was a long night at home. thats so weird. wow. I say. Ram her fucken gun up her ass. to the warmth of Barry and his crew of madcap funsters. One of those shows where the kids baseball coach takes him camping. Sitting by the window aint a sharp idea for a diet fugitive. Its on account of her center of gravity. Mom withers. A bunch of glass phials tumble across the floor as he grabs his clothes.

What can you tell me about your family life?Its just regular. No. Summer dresses full of fresh air. I know. Final offer. Just the noises have to sound right. I mean. says Abdini. He sits quiet for a moment. has been abducted by glandular acids.Sheriff Porkorney tosses his bone into the box. if somewhat awkward teenager. Sheriff. the first-week anniversary of the shootings. So if a weapon is found. a boy who wouldnt attract attention walking any downtown street.

I guarantee it. The way everybody acts. But it aint in the shop. just like when anything weird screens through the Mercury window. Lally shakes his head. she starts when I get back from Hawaii. Probably connected it to Vaine Guries ass. Wild Fucken Kingdom. Then forget Pritikin - she needs the Wilmer Plan. as if fucken nothing; he breaks open one of his ginseng bottles.Air Maxes. Lets get this child into town. Reporters and camera people roam the streets in packs. A learning like a joke.With that snake-oil merchant?Oh baby - youre jealous. the way folk are behaving right now.

the Seldomes full.Youre kidding.Gurie re-forms into limbs. cracked and hardened to plastic. shed put on high heels and clomp around the kitchen. Camera people scatter as we lunge up Gurie Street. They trace a line down my body. Thanks. Mom calls it art. oh great. now wouldnt it?Gh-rrr. they aint mine actually. Vaine stiffens like a bone. He turns to Mom. She begins the long haul up to the porch. I can tell shes staring.

and from hunger. staring through the back window of a departing Smith County Sheriffs truck. and find myself sobbing spit.Hot grasses heckle my face on the way up the hill; skeeterhawks twitch through the air. but around here we take the moral high ground with our eyebrows. straddling a chair. fuck goes the mantis. Then my ole lady implodes. La Elegancia Convention Center.Yeah. Brown Wella Balsam hair licked her body all the way down to her buns. Hes eating a booger.Shhh - Lallys sleeping! hisses Mom. One of those shows where the kids baseball coach takes him camping. she says. and a voicebox made from bees trapped in tracing paper.

If you ask me. and I still have new tenny-runners to buy ??Three whole brags. according to Taylor. softly at first. like a bear coming out of a cave. Next thing you know youre in a fucken TV-movie. I picture the damage a table lamp with the shade off would do to both their fucken colons. Vern. I doubt youll cook up a grand jury on one set of prints. and your actual innocence. ehm - other boy ??A dizzy feeling comes over me as I hit the ring-end of my fucken tether.There you go - see?He picked me up in his brothers truck. for groceries. and Reyna and all.Cindy. Thanks for the story.