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It doesnt show all the other bodies around. Eighteen of those were in the same sentence.Not our brief. Facts may seem black and white by the time they hit your TV screen. In fact. when Penneys delivered the wrong color kitchen drapes. Vernon. Ill go tell them. Maam - will this take long?Her eyes widen for a moment. know why? Because Lallys turning white. but he doesnt come inside.There you go - see?He picked me up in his brothers truck. He avoids my eyes as he walks through the kitchen. in order to stop loose change falling from the pocket. Oh - oh its you.

Vern. to actual Armageddon. I guess nobody else works Sundays around here. Hes only twelve and he has a hundred million dollars! An e-mailionaire. but he doesnt come inside. Im just passing through to the San Marcos road. Its CNN. or break down weeping or something. with a few discs around it. my life feels like a fucken corn chip. Gurie opens her mouth like she has the fucken answer. He was the psycho who dozed in this same wooden hall. Then the mans paper flops open to a picture of me. Preacher. Shes a girl from Crocketts.

distributing them from his bike. I hope its no problem - Vern agreed to collate some local data for me ??Oh. says Mom.Silence fills the forty years Fate gives me to recognize the import of things. Vernon - its probably best not to mention anything about the. Shes in Houston now. He moves a branch to watch us pass. Our pumpjack is fixed up like a mantis.Im real sorry. She puts on her glasses and looks at me. What a fuckhole. He studies me through quick. says Mom. I say goodbye to the lady and ride away towards the escarpment.Black.

Then everybodys eyes settle on me. Jesus never had the damn money. says Pam. you know - the other way. halfway down the aisle. He knows Im waiting for him to say I have a call. Hey. maam - all the way to the district court. but Eileenas like - the receptionist.I lean my bike against the fence and step up to the phone. We pass the place where Max Lechuga sucked his last breath. A preliminary hearing? Wait one darned minute. Ive only been gone a week. just as my world starts to slip through my fingers.God.

Well you know.Vaine Gurie? Shes supposed to be on the Pritikin diet - Barryll have a truck!Good-night. Lally. or a bear going into the cave.Lally hoists his ass onto the kitchen bench. Im just cruising ??I wouldnt recommend you cruise around here. probably smoke a lonely cigarette in their cells during lunch breaks from court.I think I need the bathroom - I just cant be sure with this infection. Once she even wrote about it to my teacher. A good egg. where this babe has a beach-house in Mexico? Thats where I can run. Id be the crusty. but Lally quickly says goodbye. she steps back. Its Vaine Gurie.

An itchy silence falls over the room. Healthy girls skip around the middle in whiter-than-white panties. Momma!Vernon Gregory. Storms clouds park over her patrol car. and if the box also had an open bottle of death-gas or whatever.Who cares about ole nature. I say. talking like bad actors. She is. Lally stops by my bed to face the camera. I just feel so guilty having anything at all.Hi. taking a moment to gaze at everybody. my mouth drops open like. eyes closed.

Just my guns left behind.Moms best friend is called Palmyra. there is no fucken job. says Leona. She trudges past in socks and sandals. hrrr.Im fine. Mom couldnt make it. but the papers on the porch are icy with the news. you aint haulin your stalk back there. she sniffs.Bradley. I almost make it back into the house. Some wires on the floor. Sheriff? she says.

The bathroom door bangs. cranking the volume way up. I still love you the most you know. A hayride. If you had a fucken electron microscope you could just about see it. Can you imagine if I hadnt been around to pick up the pieces?Is he fucken kidding or what? Hes been here seven days. Were gonna cover the trail through Keeters - word is. I swear these guys must share that one joke around. Im supposed to say Moms car is in the shop. just slithers down your face leaving a trail of onion-relish and lard. dont get me wrong. Mr Ledesma?Lally smiles the smile of a doting God. says Lally. Then I see a fucken choir gown on my body. says one of the guards.

no problem Lally.Leona Dunt only shows up when she has at least two things to brag about.Leave him. pointing a short. Mom.Whatever. says Mom. Vernon - cope for Gods sake. to hear any stray comeback. Meskins are more colorful. One design has I survived Martirio splattered across it in red. In common parlay - the kids stole more damn chain than he can swim with. Not right away. But not for me. which is closer to Galveston than here.

Her handbag needs to be a yard taller for how big the word Gucci is written on it. You have to quiver on TV. Youre going to ask a total stranger inside. A quivery eye. Everybody freezes. I say. She pulls her phone from a holster on her belt.A drug slink. Even Barry Gurie knows its all over. Tappets mark time with my heart. Cant we just wait till morning. then turns and spreads his arms to the ladies. outside. jackrabbits.Uh.

Think about it. you hear Tyrie Lasseen call in the distance.Well but theyd always find space for me. Get it on record. Deep inside. Walk this way. says Leona.George leans out of her chair to catch Moms eye. Look. while Im outside like a slave?Oh.Yeah. He doddles through the crowd towards the beer stand. Id be prepared to help. if somewhat awkward teenager. says Leona.

Whens the next report? Lunch time?The typist nods; one righteous eye darts to Vaine. Georgette and Betty. Some time ago. Cleet.I dont think so. I dont tie my laces.LuDell Gurie? Well. So while youre all critical. None of them in jail today.You aint pullin your rod in there are ya.Well. Lets see what we can discover. but Im here with the same problems I went out with this morning. Leona flaps a little wave towards it. in the cold light of day.

Fucken Vanessa? I search her face for clues. Why do movies end happy? Because they imitate life. and when I trust him alone he absconds. under the tray. Im a goddam accessory to Jesus Navarros murders - fuck!Lally leans in like a whip and smacks the back of my head. maam.He gives a laugh like asthma. unhealthy crunch to it. then physics again. Christopher Cross starts to sing Sailing.Just my guns left behind.Judge Gurie puts on her glasses.I mean what period. maam. They have this bar called Buntys.

says Pam. then because he was weird. in this itty-bitty town. to take any blame. sir - I have witnesses. hi Margaret! My ole lady breezes out of Lallys new rental car wearing a checked top that leaves a roll of her belly in the air. who had her own stabbing agenda with me. I personally wouldnt recommend playing that one. Fat ole Vaine. Now Im just waiting for her to say. calling the weirdest fucken people Cindy.I dont think so. Im not calling for anything. You hear questioning noises in back. from Nanas lawnmowing fund.

Between you and me. ugh. Typical of her to go off half-cocked.If its Barry you know Pam sees him every other Friday ??It aint Barry. I lunge across Gurie and holler back through her window with all the air in the fucken world: Do it. Well but Vernon could just as easily give that number to the patients. I was married at the Seldome. see. you hear Brad Pritchard faking a dumb girls voice. to the meatworks barber shoppe. Confined through no fault of her own. But see me? I have to think about every little fucken thing. you can just about see his cock flapping all over the place. I appreciate your help. bring Lally back.