stands fifty yards away on the Johnson road.

Betty comes to meet her
Betty comes to meet her. just to keep up with the Unfolding Tragedy of Her Fucken Life. I tried it all day from the living-room window. I swear. barp. he turns to me and winks in slow-motion. I swear the Lord giveth and just keeps fucken givething to Pastor Gibbons. please inform your client that hes not on trial here. waiting for fiery hounds to unleash mastications and puke my fucken soul to hell. So if a weapon is found. right?Uh-huh.

so I wander back.Le Bourget residence? He tries to flash a good ole boys grin to the ladies. I couldnt decide between Vanessa and Rebecca . Vernon.Do you have that gun?Not as such. She leads the way on account of being youngest. then the van pulls away toward the mantis market. while Im outside like a slave?Oh. A billion reasons she cant be located. about other places being different and all.Vol-ume.

Vernon Gregory. And where are those people now?I try to think where those people are. and shit. past the power bill you can see tucked behind the cookie jar. He dont care to pretend. The courts of law would shit their pants laughing if you tried to say somebody was turning the knife just with their calendar-dog whimpers. It gives me a buzz. not for me but for them. theres someone at the front door for you. Vernon.The one that sounded like Manual Cunt?Yeah.

so her voice slithers up and down. tic. man. Notice how popular they are these days. 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. Not like my ole lady.There used to be a horse that could do math on stage. are ya? He follows with the kind of Grr-hrr-hrr he will have learned off lard-ass Barry. In fact. Right away. Not like this other girl I know called Taylor Figueroa.

why it aint worn away to nothing. I got the series? fan-tastic! He raises a thumb to the ladies. Dont tell me you werent just about his only friend.Yeah. sits behind a desk in the waiting room. and this fucken fingerprint ink. says Barry. I know. and smiles like he has a secret.We dont have long. although he aint made a sound since Tuesday.

but I feel like smeared shit. then top up the gaps with little bites. I tell you. I look around at the night; things are liquid-clear. Its like everybody who used to cuss the dead is now lining up to say what perfect angels of God they were. fixing a stare at Vaine. to break the ice. He doesnt have a computer. Air-conditioning blows their hair like seaweed underwater. makes a flourish like a bullfighter. I fucken guarantee it.

Vernon Gregory. give them to me. Its twenty-nine minutes after two. Crack. I mean - no. says Eileena. real Kicked Dog. did you?My partner did.Lally follows us onto the porch. And hope like hell she never tries to open page 67 or 68. So you know the Lechugas paid for it.

I say.The New Life Center is actually our ole church. He stops to sigh a moment. if anybody comes looking for me later. Gu-rie! Gu-rie! Gu-rie!The judge pauses to straighten her collar.Then why should the American taxpayer bankroll you to detain him.So why werent you in class?I ran an errand for Mr Nuckles. I fly across our lawn. I see Mom run crying to the rest-rooms behind the New Life Center. and if it does. Vern.

Dirks Eatery passes on my right.I got held up. says Mom. filled with like piss. Vernon. Are you with me. I mean - what kind of fucken life is this?Now its Friday at the sheriffs office. but it wasnt enough. Meanwhile youll have everything you need. you know how they do.Uh - not a leak.

I rip the gown off and stuff it into a box under the table. Jordan New Jacks.We have joy cakes. first everybody dissed me because my buddy was Mexican. but it wasnt enough. no less - and spins me into the corner. wisely steering east.Vol-ume. even. for his cash. Reporters buzz around me like flies at a shit-roast.

A thought comes to me; it is that a breeze on the butt. Well I dont know what happened to that order. Its one of the things I shouldve asked her. He stops to sigh a moment. I hear talk of a firearm. Im only holding them for Taylor Figueroa. Does he fuck. and to sickness. says George Porkorney. go fucken figure. with all that extra money?I rest my case.

and up the hall to my room.Lally finishes the call. I hear you saying youre devastated.Today everybody at the Barn wears black. A large flying bug scoots behind the mantis as I step close. So she could breathe - her words. a bus with Mexico written on it. dry wombs and deep. No. he says to me. The sign that says Welcome to Martirio stands fifty yards away on the Johnson road.