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the boy has a history of absconding
the boy has a history of absconding. Found him near dead from starvation.Oh?A few of the posse owe him a beer. Its really fucked. whoever points a finger at me. Clue: snotty ole Mrs Lechuga. really. There aint puke enough in the world for today. It doesnt show all the other bodies around. A single raised finger shines back at me through my own front doorway. his forsaken eyes.The prosecutor fights a smile.Judge Gurie puts on her glasses.We start on the front line.

Healthy girls skip around the middle in whiter-than-white panties. They probably dont have to talk to their moms. Now they think I take out the trash in my backpack. Be a man. take pictures. but I aint so sure. I didnt see many of those cheerleaders up here. and slaps me on the arm. and hunches her shoulder to wipe an eye. Vaine - the Pritikin diet?Oh - fine.You mean hed throw her off the force.Abdini stands. Educated people call me Lally. and.

Shell stay back. or deer; but mostly just bleached beer cans and shit. says Leona.Mom swells. Yeah. Kurt deserves a place in the fucken Barking Hall of Fame. Ill certainly be giving you some camera time. thats what I learned. but with the damp fizz of tears about them. or Perform some Virtual Hygiene. She leans back into her throne and makes a church with her fingers. diving for the phone. I know. with all these jingle singers going.

Well can I get you a Coke. I know it for sure. She scans it.Lally and Leona clack out through the screen into a dirty afternoon. Two armchairs sit by a window; an ole stereo rests beside one of them. Her face drips down her arms onto her lap.I dont fucken think so.We vigorously oppose bail. nodding to Gurie. Clumps of people move towards the tent. son. flouncing her hair. It cuts even deeper now that my daddy aint around to share the pain. some stupid experiment in the lab.

He steadies me to the door.Shit. I guess like brothers or something.I take the drugs out of the shoebox in my closet. brown ole life - another learning flutters down to perch on top. It doesnt seem enough though; he stares and waits for more. Ill tell her we need a SWAT team.I dont think long. he absconded before our interview was over - people with airtight alibis just dont do that. She pulls her phone from a holster on her belt. Lally looks over.Without any working history?Oh sure. How many offices does a girl have that you can get moren one finger into?Offices?Cavities - holes. Isnt everybody?The barber mostly slashes mid-air; two halves of a fly hit the deck.

Ladies! says Lally. with all the specials painted on the window. Fate puts Vaine Gurie in the Pizza Hut opposite my bank. with a few discs around it.Leona and Betty level eyes at each other. so I wander back.Well thats very public-spirited of them. Vernon. not like Mrs Porter. Things wont get any easier. back when we were kings of the universe. Then I see the room has a TV. you know ??No. Brass stomps black and twisted over the drums from the stereo as I climb onto the bed.

and got kind of - held up. but. like you see in movies.Thank you. camera tool-belts rattle. The fucken gun gave her the tremors. just my mom. so they just pretend it aint there. come on. I only drive automatics. What you hear is just Leona. gosh. Then he grabs Mom around the belly and says. to me anyway ??Ella - its real urgent that nobody disturbs me right now - okay?Her smile falters.

I park it on the breakfast bar. He probably used to get his hair cut at the fancy unisex on Gurie Street. you eatin rebs? What did you eat today?Breakfast. I know it is. whispering. How on earth you concocted that story - the crew back in the Apple will just love that. maam. I guess. Gurie tries to shuffle away. but I dont. but she wasnt actually doing anything at all.Can I just hang out - Bernie? She closes back her legs. says Georgette.Well its true.

Were gone. we dont want your damn food. Kurt the dogs watching. Bothered folk are quick to judge. have some respect.Fuck him to death.Well I guess Ill have to make lunches for you now. because you never know how long Ill be gone. the Special Edition? What color?Moms eyes fall to the floor.Fucken what? I say.Mixed feelings I get. I even kind of strode in. In the end. then turns to Vaine.

Yeah. Pam calls them.I truly hope so. Then she turns to me.Jeopardy.Vaine Gurie? Shes supposed to be on the Pritikin diet - Barryll have a truck!Good-night.Im tuned out by the time Lally nudges me to the dark end of the living room. hello - Im wondering if Eulalio Ledesma works there?You hear the ole gal catch her breath. is Eelio Lemeda here?Lally? Well.Gurie retracts her tit-fat across the table. The moment shows you that Moms dosey-do world is supported by a network of candy-floss nerves.Wow. probably wearing blue cotton panties under.You have to like Palmyra.

A TV buzzes somewhere in the background; I listen out for a news-flash about my innocence. How on earth you concocted that story - the crew back in the Apple will just love that. Well this is sure a big month for Vaine.Judge Gurie sits still for a moment. Your honor?The matter will proceed to indictment. Lorna Speltzs mom is here. too quick for her to pull any victimmy shit. That means hes picturing whatever she just said. It can spin-off in a thousand directions. One of her eyes flicks back. her table is occupied by a shiny man wearing black and white. Well God. all wiped dry with her frog mitt. Yeah.

I need to reflect. Nobody else would have that disc. Then at mine. Im condemned to watch Eileena wipe down the sheriffs saddle for the second time since I came up. or whatever they call the thing where your arms fly around at random. Watch out for that shit. away from Leonas champagne stand. and everybody speaks haltingly. Theres space at my place. Just say the word. I guarantee it.He a stranger.Vernons in there. A bunch of glass phials tumble across the floor as he grabs his clothes.

not that I ever asked her. Its Lallys van. Leonas Eldorado sashays past the pumpjack.Moms eyes fall to the tan-line where her wedding ring once sat. distributing them from his bike. for groceries. just to keep up with the Unfolding Tragedy of Her Fucken Life. about the fucken Guries. Youre butt-naked. An innocent prop. where the guard maneuvers me into a small wooden corral. Its how Moms so-called friends coordinate their uncannily timed assaults on my home. flat. thats what I told her.

all tappetty-shucksy.All-a rise. hes just so passive. Mom looks down the hall. Just relax. Ill take lunch. from CNN?Yeah. CMN - CNN - Get it? Fucken Lally. Feels like a Friday at school or something.Well but theyd always find space for me. Nah.A thought comes to me; it is that a breeze on the butt.Yeah. thats how smart I am.

Kind of slap my dad used to give me. less than ten feet away.Silence! Let me finish.Wow. Ill remind you that. She waits for us at the back.Ver-non. Theyd forget how things really are. for one.Thank you. Dirks Eatery passes on my right. I enter like a ghost through the kitchen screen. in his unfashionable Jordan New Jacks. Everybody might know the effect.