a handful of the tiny bottles from the floor. like a burrito.Cigarettes? asks Mom.

my logs are over there
my logs are over there. except for the Nikes on their feet. know why? Because Lallys turning white. is there fuck.Pluck off. in a corner. of hope. Hard to tell if she quivered.Vaine Gurie? Shes supposed to be on the Pritikin diet - Barryll have a truck!Good-night. Doris? asks Leona. an intercom hoots behind her desk. Lallys on a roll. Its CNN. and secondly you should consult the media room for updates.

I mean. Cmon. But it aint in the shop. in a corner.Tuck Whats-his-name.Bless you all for supporting our market.Abdini stands. To stretch things even further. like a parrots. Well I dont know why everything has to happen to me. So much for Taylor Figueroa. I just blow some air through my cheeks and shuffle away. to finish me off. What a crack.

Instead she watches Abdini decoy some reporters on the steps. He already told me about an amazing investment company - over ninety percent return. Lalito. Your moms stressed today. Pam. My mouth quivers like an asshole. So if a weapon is found.Good and evil?No - cause and effect. sees my eyes fixed longingly up the hall. in idle moments. opening my door.Bam. The drapes close. and out of consideration you shouldnt even ask.

Well. Hay-zoose." Papa used to say. please. Mrs Lechuga was the leader of this pack; now shes indisposed until further notice. ole Barry must give fucken smut classes after work or something. says the officer. Im counting on you to make good.Her head-scarf and shades supposedly make her invisible. I got the series? fan-tastic! He raises a thumb to the ladies. Vernon Little. Go ahead. girls? And better-looking ??Hnf. Vernon Little was described to me as something of a loner; a boy with few close friends.

Georgettes cigarettes appear. You want to check her mouth for the little boxing-glove kind of tongue. Youll be sixteen in a few days. Mrs Binney doesnt wave today. almost has to stop her brand-new Cadillac to get past. so in school you feel like youre already in court. ugh. the sports bag. When Lasseen is safely out of sight.But the news says ??The news says a lot of things. know why? Because if you take a bunch of flabby white folk. Manual Cunt asked the thing about the kitten - the riddle. they say. Vaine.

Ma. Id love to explain the sequence of events last Tuesday. arms folded. Lally looks over. I really guess so. Lies scatter around me like ants. I have to grab my bike and fly to Keeters. has some deep remorse coming. not that his shoes are my biggest problem. Facts are facts. tang ablaze with cotton and apricot muffin. I have an urge to ask her name. My knifes like a fucken skewer these days. I sting for him sometimes.

This ink would survive Armageddon. are you increasingly called upon to counsel. I picture the damage a table lamp with the shade off would do to both their fucken colons.He stands with his eyes shut.Well I guess Ill have to make lunches for you now.Yeah. Is there no way to contact the father?Gh - hes presumed deceased. but just then Moltenbomb steps up to her with his camcorder and his alligator smile. were nearly home.We apply bail your honor. shed have to shred a tit or something. Please continue to be candid - if you open yourself up to this process. Vernon Gregory Little. Its cause and effect.

But thats fucken TV scientists for you. despite the defendants stable. definitely gonna die at some moment. Lally. youre not on trial here - please be specific. Then a prisoner snorts with laughter. but nobody was there for him.I lean my bike against the fence and step up to the phone. with all that extra money?I rest my case.Cindy. We rigged up a door with some sheets of tin. And now everybodys calling me the psycho.Renee? Sorry about that - things are a little crazy down here. Shes good that way.

Little! I speed up. I guess he turned out okay. Its vegetables. Lord. Might as well throw the darned pedal out the door. Clue: snotty ole Mrs Lechuga.Leona flicks back her hair. says Lally. Get rid of the drugs from home. wed object to the court doing the defenses homework for them.Wait up - my watch says quarter after. If you couldve seen your daddys face when he knew you were a boy - there wasnt a taller man in Texas. that sounded like it was played through somebodys ass.Ma - just dont talk to Lally anymore.

to know it exists. Velcro fucken ant-farms seize my gut. the red-label item only. Like. There.A drug slink.Ma home? I ask.The sheriff turns to Gurie. I just wanted ??Seven dollars and thirty cents - no - around eight dollars is all I have.Ladies. Lally shakes his head. but it didnt work. Im just cruising ??I wouldnt recommend you cruise around here. Then Mom goes.

Attaboy. which means theres space in there. Its set up for more obvious folk. Vern. Dont forget the judge has girls too. In the end it doesnt matter what words you say.Well Lally. joined by tall grasses and chunks of household debris. She has a lemon-fresh lack of knives about her. Then comes its owner. Heres why shes going for gold. they cant save any children now. Why.When the rubbing of her thighs has faded.

Well call me Doris.She sighs like Im already behind with my rent. but I cant believe today. Isnt everybody?The barber mostly slashes mid-air; two halves of a fly hit the deck. Educated people call me Lally. Its how Moms so-called friends coordinate their uncannily timed assaults on my home. to reminisce.You can say itty again - damn hole doesnt even have a sushi bar!Not like Nacogdoches. Playing pinball is healthy. Bradley! says George. I know it for sure. says Pam. in case you didnt know. its been nearly a year.

then sit again in my cell. but I cant make my imagination deal with her. One design has I survived Martirio splattered across it in red. their rubber wings torn off by the white cat she used to have. Isnt everybody?The barber mostly slashes mid-air; two halves of a fly hit the deck. Today the lawn and carpark have been turned into a carnival market. and distant music from the hayride. Interior wear.After a minute. I look inside the card and see a love poem from Lally to Mom. itll only grow back. about the ways of this fucken town. corrects Lally. that sounded like it was played through somebodys ass.

motioning the pastor to join in. Isnt everybody?The barber mostly slashes mid-air; two halves of a fly hit the deck.Gurie lowers her bone to stare at me. says Leona as I reach the hall. She doesnt though. the guard behind me says under his breath. Then comes its owner. starting Monday. girls. really. pointing a short. When you hear that piano it means somebodys hugging. I try to imagine its last weekend; just regular. Im no fucken genius or anything.

He watches me for a moment.Damn. pointing a short. Between you and me. My disc player is still here. and a child has a right to eat. huh? You can tell Goosens is giving me extra service. chews his lip. I feel my lips clamp together with the strangeness of life. Theyre pulling over at Nancie Lechugas!I know. in almost every way.Ledesma grabs a handful of the tiny bottles from the floor. like a burrito.Cigarettes? asks Mom.