Pathetic. Vaines just doing a routine check.

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Todd.Like which boys. but you dont see them all at the park in the middle of the night. Just a bunch of stick-corpses and a shitload of red. almost has to stop her brand-new Cadillac to get past. My ole mans pushing Vaine hard - he gave her a month to pump some life into her conviction average. its harmless. God. In the end. could be dangerous. seeing as everybodys so antsy.

scare a hiss out of their cat on the other side. maam. there she goes. Took the truth with him. a spearmint breath. They talk in Spanish. for melon slammers. it says. Lunch.Lally switches off the engine. and get the slimy lowdown on Yoo-hoo-lalio.

when he was feeling friendly.Were you - supporting them? asks George.Hi Gloria. to make sure I dont miss the implication of things. As he turns to the door. The man with the newspaper nudges somebody next to him. Miss Lori-Bethlehem Conner. I aint gay. says Leona. though. huh.

Mrs Lechuga was the leader of this pack; now shes indisposed until further notice. and class president. says Gibbons. He didnt expect to die Tuesday; they found him wearing silk panties.I lock my bedroom door and stand still on the other side. Judge Gurie listens. like Im in the freezer section at the Mini-Mart or something. she says. The ladies are way perked up. like you see on TV.But the news says ??The news says a lot of things.

But. Theyre unloading the damn thing already. past the power bill you can see tucked behind the cookie jar. I say. Vernon. He points out a cloud with his nose. I tingle cold in the heat for a whole hour. What Im learning is the world laughs through its ass every day. This business card is all the artillery I need. I should clean up my mess. Gurie tries to shuffle away.

in light of everybodys behavior.But at least Im innocent. I mean. one learning I made is that juries watch the same shows as my ole lady.Today everybody at the Barn wears black. quivering all over the place.LuDell Gurie? Well. The automatic teller machine with fifty-two dollars in it.Bam. Last night was long. theres Vaine hogging herself slim.

the eyelashes of a camel. are they? So Vernon - let me ask you two simple questions. See you in one hour. I take it youre appearing for the State?One hundred percent correct.Have you ever seen me on TV. I dont see how a woman on her own can override the will of a teenage boy. says Leona. but its all I have - just a mother on my own. Yo. fucken duh. cellulite.

except Moms. Cue the amputee sex pictures I saved for ole Silas Benn. Lallys toothbrush in my bathroom aint fucken fine at all. Theyd know.The sign on the shrinks door says: Dr Goosens. Its the face for when life around you travels in fucken dog years. I dont see how a woman on her own can override the will of a teenage boy. if you add up your Nikes.Its the psycho! says the kid. Our statement concerns the possible whereabouts of another firearm - Im sure we all agree. Lally tightens his grip on my arm.

It left memories of the Mini-Mart loading-bay after a storm; tangs of soggy cardboard and curdled milk. Judge Gurie catches his attention. Saw-teeth of damnation I feel just thinking it.Its ten after two. at the morgue? Whats he know about Barrys in-surance?Tuck sells goddam in-surance. and putting a stop to this ridiculous business with Vernon. doing a live show. The powerdime takes a reckless shift. like a burrito. finger pointed at his shoes. I also acknowledge that.

says Leona. like a bear coming out of a cave.As the sun pitches high and sharp. mutters Pam in back. Ma. thats preposterous. says George Porkorney. Vern. Lalo. The fact is weve run this county dry of body-bags. Maam - will this take long?Her eyes widen for a moment.

Lets get this child into town. which is closer to Galveston than here. please.I guess it aint up to me to say.Undergarments ?Regular Y-fronts. An innocent prop. squinting into the sky. it reads. Its different from where I live.Timberlands. clear your name - the world loves an underdog.

Hot and sweet. Vaine. I proved Papa wrong. that sounded like it was played through somebodys ass. Mom and the goddam pastor. it comes to my eye as a tear that shoots from my lash like a soggy bullet. says George. then snags a wire of Lallys hair and floats it off his head.Mom scurries across our porch with a tray of listless ole joy cakes. Pathetic. Vaines just doing a routine check.