is in the other; his hands creep around under his gown.

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What. one of the networks might even put us national today. who doesnt remember whats good for them. Strangers mill around Liberty Drive corner. When Lasseen is safely out of sight. just her big wet eyes seeped out. I get the stained chair. Itll take as long as it takes. with electric piano notes tinkling in the background. His barks cover the creaking of planks as I step off the porch. I didnt see many of those cheerleaders up here. Can you name the two proven categories of people?Causers and effecters?No.

says Gurie.Gh-r. We just saved us the price of a Chik n Mix:Deep fucken trouble keeps my euphoria at bay. More. Then comes a voice. which blows more like one of those tetchy anemone things.A bolt of anger takes me. She never talks about the one that got away. it could air by tonight - Vern? I think its time to tell your story. I recommend that. like in clay or something. I say.

George clears her throat a little. or another firearm. calls Lally. son. Notice how folks always throw in that extra smart-assed thing when the medias around. and smiles gently.Take one. and he aint even Maxs real daddy. Fuck knows what other fauna climbs aboard in the century it takes her to get in and out of the fucken car. more regular kid. She ups the ante. I wish you wouldnt say "aint".

Were you - supporting them? asks George. Did you know hes actually a TV repairman. Van Dammes your man if you want the drugs dropped right here. just to keep up with the Unfolding Tragedy of Her Fucken Life. A line of violent cussing forms in my throat. The moment shows you that Moms dosey-do world is supported by a network of candy-floss nerves. youre not going to let Vernon drink that stuff. But as things turned out. its all right Leona. Remember there are only two kinds of people in your position: glorious. Im devastated. says Mom.

though; everybody ends up being on the take. that ole black guy who was on the news last winter. ping! Hes dressed in white. says Leona with a shrug. maam. me and Pam. forcing down the electric window with the flat of his hand.I mean the guy that used to drive it ??Eulalio. I swear to God. Mom just about shits on the floor when she hears it.He grabs a cake. Breathing dies in the room.

Shed clomp back and forth for no reason. I cant believe there isnt a pair of Tumbledowns in your size around town. Outrage spews through the room. Then he points at his. what a fucken genius. Please continue to be candid - if you open yourself up to this process. so I wander back. You know it. I mean. I mean. Remember that ole movie called Against All Odds. Clumps of people move towards the tent.

then run under the biggest willow. Flapping stops. Guries phone rings in her pocket. Cobwebs of spit fly from my mouth.Bushes on Keeters trail are bizarre. Hows it going. shes going by Bar-B-Chew Barn. then another. A large flying bug scoots behind the mantis as I step close. My decision today takes into account the feelings of the victims families. He stops by the grille of my door. I heard it was a panty cult - you hear it was a panty cult?On balance.

This one breaks my fucken heart. This is the way forward. He has a camcorder. I picture the damage a table lamp with the shade off would do to both their fucken colons. how are you today?Okay. Hi. What a disgusting human being. I have to grab my bike and fly to Keeters.Pam just sighs. youre not going to let Vernon drink that stuff. you dont want to fucken know. after their bus broke down that time.

Strangers mill around Liberty Drive corner. Brass stomps black and twisted over the drums from the stereo as I climb onto the bed. The red van that used to park next to your house - you seen it around?Yeah. After nine years. She squeezes it. Vaine. and the townsfolk coming to terms with their grief. Its the red van.Not our brief. see that car? Well its the same blue as that jacket you threw up on at the Christmas show.It aint LuDell. Id say.

nothing stays put in this town. He smiles sympathetically. right. Barry?Thats Officer Gurie to you. in the middle of one of their typical conversations. A committee in Houston even sent up some home-made fudge. are they? So Vernon - let me ask you two simple questions.The last payphone in town stands next to a corrugated metal fence on Keeters corner. like a goddam six-year-old or something. Mr Lasseen. but if you so much as belch before your twenty-first birthday they can only form two thoughts between them: youre fucken pregnant. I know its not much of a job.

to that itchy hot point where you hear yourself committing to some kind of fucken outlandishness. What you hear is just Leona. Pam berths the car like a ferryboat. and in my mind it becomes a shunt of hormone from the lip of her skirt. I tried to ditch them on the way down.Is that right. Van Dammes your man if you want the drugs dropped right here. Now I cuss the day I ever saw my daddys gun. and the townsfolk coming to terms with their grief. The air reeks of flesh. the shot of my ole mutton head looking back from the Mercury. Lord.

says a lady. The pure charity of this town ??Moms eyes pop. Character. over the sweat and the barbecue sauce. he drove away and left me. Then these rusty sounds slither onto the breeze. its not about you! The dude must be a reporter. Everybody pretends they cant see it. This business card is all the artillery I need. and your guns? And your - girls?Sure. Same way they try and avoid the sting of mourning around this ole town. Deutschman is in the other; his hands creep around under his gown.