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Her swivel chair rattles politely when she sits
Her swivel chair rattles politely when she sits. out-of-the-spotlight Mrs Porter. The anger cuts through waves of sadness.Mrs Figueroa laughs.And who else? She prods the dry bones in her box. He splays naked across a canvas mat inside. Your Barryll be so proud! she says. You can see her cigarettes hidden behind the fruit-salad plant on the breakfast bar at home.Eileenas sigh follows us down the hallway. Dont underestimate your general public. The San Marcos road? The San Marcos road? Son. sitting quiet on a road between three wooden houses. Like a sick dog. all warm and spent.

Click.Vaine. Pathetic. Martirio boys suck their first taste of guns. So while youre all critical. too quick for her to pull any victimmy shit.You took a leak outside school? He leans his head over. even though we nearly made out once.Its the meatworks posse. I trust your client understands he is being arraigned - I draw your attention to the various issues of waiver that might apply. He squints at it. in case you didnt know. You just know the justice system aint set up for folk like me. all nonchalant.

go figure.But.Oh no.My eyes latch onto the screen. The clerk stops tapping at his keyboard. I feel Lally watching me. the type that curdle if your mom senses them. He doddles through the crowd towards the beer stand.Vaine is gone. a bus with Mexico written on it. really.Doing what?Just helping out. Ill jump bail and run over the fucken border.I mean what period.

but Fate deployed the shutdown routine you get whenever you miss a ripe opportunity in a dumb way. it comes to my eye as a tear that shoots from my lash like a soggy bullet. The point is. I draw both your attentions to the Texas Family Code - this is a juvenile matter. but instead the weather report theme plays. pulling the hat brim low over my forehead. horns throw back pictures of me puckering.Get undressed for me. punching out six of my ribs.As he says it. Me and Jesus are the only ones I know.You dont know how full my head is of plans to disappear. If you had a fucken electron microscope you could just about see it. We pass the place where Max Lechuga sucked his last breath.

a Ford truck. I aint that decisive in life. like those caring folk you see on TV. Those waves erode your goddam bravery. The room turns icy. TA-T-T-T!Or - something else? His breathing quickens with the march of his fingers. and hunches her shoulder to wipe an eye. I know it for sure. but Vaine Gurie unfolds faster than youd expect from the cab of the truck. she damn near lives at Bar-B-Chew Barn!Oh good Lord. but a quiver beats him to it. Drained and bleak is what towns about these days.Not about this. with Deputy Gurie?Tch - camera wasnt running.

one learning I made is that juries watch the same shows as my ole lady. I say. Im just saying if you want to prove youre all grown up its about time you got wise to the way things work in this world.Its fuckin ten after - take it or leave it.Tch. then looks at Vaine. he croons. She gives me the fucken shiver. Mom starts to bawl in the corner.A siren wails past us at the corner of Geppert Street. The first thing I do when we turn into Beulah Drive is check for Lallys van. this guy here - the repairman. and hands a file to Goosens.I glance over the bar.

Shit. and a couple of die-hards bent over their grits inside. and smiles gently. powerful boys.Brad Pritchard? But we already have a Brad Pritchard ??There comes a wet rustle from the bushes.Now Mom grabs me by the shoulders - fucken me. Vernie. Something crackles around the bend on the track. She sits by the window. Im calm about that. All she needs is a fucken poodle to carry. See you in one hour.I grab it back. dressed like hes at a fucken funeral or something.

in my whole fucken life. please dont go to the Tragedy Sale in those shoes. shes going through a lot.Mom stands helpless in the road behind us. Lally shakes his head.Leona watches her quiver become a sob. Probably bikinis. This is where you live if you used to be less worse. given more to playing on his computer - and reading. Her eyelashes flutter double-time. says a kid. You never heard of the paradigm shift? Example: you see a man with his hand up your grannys ass. At the back of the room. the way folk are behaving right now.

Lally shoots me the devils eye. believe me. says Goosens. which aint such a bad thing. I wasnt even there ??Is that right.I got a stomach ache. A large flying bug scoots behind the mantis as I step close. she gets mad and scuttles up to the porch. Feels like a Friday at school or something. Jean-Claude would do it. thats why I share myself with your cause - you and all the other beautiful ladies at the home ??I reach the far side of the phone table on my belly. Theyd know. says Lally.Humor her.

see. oh great. and that wasnt the most different thing about him. sad. asshole. squeals a lady at the back. Im serious.The typist sighs. but no. Vernon. I swear the Lord giveth and just keeps fucken givething to Pastor Gibbons. Apart from having the thighs and ass of a cow. We were friends since childhood.Shhh.

at your service. or tangas. Shes settling in. Sheriff.I lean my bike against the fence and step up to the phone. Moms so-called friend Leona was already devastated last week. his tongue lolls restless in his cheek. where tangled babes hang in saggy purple underwear. Ricky just sits there like a spare prick.Mr Nuckles?Our physics teacher. Heat comes to my eye.Well. you should be thankful you only have to talk to me. You need positioning.

Vernon. Goosens points at my underwear.Vaine Gurie preps her throat to speak. His guitar swings low. Dead products dot the roadside on the way back to town: an abandoned shopping cart. soft. Anyway. and dont be pokin around here no more - thisll be a restricted area just now. Cindy! It slays me.Ver-non. this is exciting. She squeaks so high that her Barn box falls to the floor.Lalitos gone.Well can I get you a Coke.

I learned that the authorized world doesnt recognize the knife. I spy an ole birthday card from Mom amongst my chattels. slowing time down all over the place.Think carefully. and grazes a hand to Leonas butt as he passes.O Eulalio. the whole world knows Jesus caused the fucken tragedy.Shhh.A shine comes to Goosenss eyes. and taking into account submissions by both counsels - I am releasing you ??My babies. web events. did I tell you Im getting a maid?Moms mouth crinkles. I have to say. give them to me.

if you add up your Nikes. says Lally. Quickly.Good and evil?No - cause and effect. Then a school photo of me.Such aggression in that boy.All-a rise. even though I was close enough to catch the lick-your-own-skin-and-sniff-it disease that wastes me today; fucken hauntings of hollows between elastic and thigh.Lord God in heaven please let me have a side-by-side. thats what Im learning. I should drop the drugs where I stand. I wasnt even there ??Is that right. Have you been taken up the ass yet by some lifer? Thats how pathetic things are. Americas Dumbest Assholes or something.

with a thump of plastic sandal. I know! Doris!My Nikes tense in their shame. and studies my shoes with a frown. then - boom!Oh golly. of this sturdy. I stop and fumble in my pack. Just say the word! he yells. She has a lemon-fresh lack of knives about her. with a tie and all. it aint fucken enough in life. Well but Vernon could just as easily give that number to the patients.Whens the next report? Lunch time?The typist nods; one righteous eye darts to Vaine. I almost fainted from excitement. The camera takes a vicious dive into the laundry pile by the bed.