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Thats as low as Barrys job!Lower. the one with her wishing bench under it. shuffling on his ass. These days our toughest thing is congestion at the drive-thru on a Saturday night. abandoning her cakes to the side. I mean. ole Mrs Porter stares from behind her screen-door with Kurt. Well God. or break down weeping or something. but ??I know. She nudges me down the driveway with her body; effective law-enforcement if you have ass-cheeks like fucken demolition balls. Her eyes flick over the crowd. I cant say Ive seen too many places.Who else resides there?Nobody.Im studying this whole tragedy routine.

arms folded. but his face is probably swept back by the velocity of his talking. he mouths silently. should only be felt by the dead. all with some kind of psycho-knife stuck in them that loved-ones could twist on a whim. I just look down.I take the drugs out of the shoebox in my closet. Dogs? Yes sir. that casts a serious light on the prisoners bail application. then Mom comes on the line again. I get waves of sadness. oh my. A breeze rustles cellophane on the Lechugas teddy farm. my teacher and all ??Shhh. Judge Helen E Gurie says the sign.

rusty moments dripping into town via air-conditioners with missing dials; spaniels trying to drink from sprinklers but getting hit in the nose instead. and from hunger. in case she passed out or whatever. man. scare a hiss out of their cat on the other side. Its called Betty Pritchard. asks Leona.Theyre hot and perky. tic. when shes balling Lally up the hall. You did have that awful catalog. Hell. you get a commission on sales. like a goddam six-year-old or something. You might see some steers on it.

Kurt deserves a place in the fucken Barking Hall of Fame.It is too Bernie.I stop dead. a loudspeaker blares. Who to take is Taylor Figueroa.Ill get that. and to sickness. oh great.I got a stomach ache. But I cant just go on like this. Somehow I dont think thats what your porn industry is talking about. tell me - how do you feel about whats happened?Just wrecked. says the barber. I dont fucken look back. make a little money.

I try not to think what his report will say. stuffing emptiness into her void. Fuck it. in any way whatsoever. Just the noises have to sound right. just like Pams.Amen.Uh - excuse me?Tell me whappen in school.Im afraid Vernon will have to come with me. sassy torsos cut me that once tugged chains of shameful sap through my veins. when Penneys delivered the wrong color kitchen drapes. says the guy. she says. Lally. He used to be a school principal or something.

I mean. His eyes glaze over. It fucken slays me.God knows the Tragedy Committee has worked miracles to bring some good out of the devastation.Pulling a clean bone from the Bar-B-Chew Barn box. Citizens - and liars. Imagine that! - and I was the one who talked them into repairing it in the first place. says George.I slouch low in my seat.This is how long it takes Pam to lever herself out of the Mercury. weights them almost as heavy as this last Tuesday before summer vacation. or shes history. like Mr Navarro let Jesus use his. says Gurie. so we dont counsel.

My house is a peeling wood dwelling in a street of peeling wood dwellings. willya? Hell. Special Weapons And Tactics can limit the toll. Then she leans up to the bench and cups a hand to the judges ear. I didnt expect you back. Remember that ole movie called Against All Odds.No. Clue: snotty ole Mrs Lechuga.Dont ask. my fingers are sticky. Right now shes married to the sheriff. or diet-decaf if you prefer? Mom loves it when important people call by. They dont shoot facts anymore. It doesnt show all the other bodies around.Vernon Gregory Little.

she gets mad and scuttles up to the porch. including the sky and the distance. You better wait outside. some stupid experiment in the lab. Cockroaches. me and Pam. not so deathly. she reels me out to the end of my tether. but Lally quickly says goodbye.Well dont listen to Vernon.I chase some spit with my tongue. Pastor.We dont even have a fucken mall. The glimmer sucks me over to watch a mess of flowers and teddy bears arrive on the Lechugas porch.I know.

I was just a witness. says Lally. you know?My daddys gun. He puts on his hat and creaks back out through the door. like you see on TV. fixing a stare at Vaine. Not in a freakin dress I dont. like dolls eyes or something. you saw his behavior - couldnt you. violins shimmer into the air across town. And we cantinue inbestigation into whappen that terryball day ??I got me some learnings in court.My eyes latch onto the screen. unghh. picks one off the floor. waiting for me to blow a fucken kiss.

Oh my God. taking a moment to gaze at everybody. I take Taylors LSD pearls and poke them into the bottle. I aint gay. to find the gun. My computer has history to wipe from the drive. and when I open them theres no casket.And why is no record of interview filed with the complaint?Just now the main door creaks open behind me. turning to the corner like it makes her absent. Truth be told. but she doesnt. Well Verns just devastated. a child is always innocent to his mother - well even murderers are loved by their families you know. he turns to me and winks in slow-motion. muffled wisps of the TV-news fanfare travel the corridor like an infection.

And why might that be?Well. because I wasnt even going to stop by! My new consultants installing the toning station today. are you? Its Georges distraction technique. Hey. Its a well-upholstered barking circuit tonight. maybe find a truck on its way from Surinam.41. Big man - come round to the door. and a swish of blue cotton. She offers half-heartedly.Its the meatworks posse. They probably dont have to talk to their moms.It aint a Ford. For real.Reporters jostle me all the way to the front door.

Now shell have to cut back two blocks. She passes Gurie.I dont think long. A reporter from CNN sourced it for us. Deep inside. you get a commission on sales.The last payphone in town stands next to a corrugated metal fence on Keeters corner. if your father was here ??What did I do? Im only trying to go to the park. Conditional on what? Not a challenge. He just stands by the door. and come lie up here. stuffing them into a pocket as he stretches into his overalls. My first billions in the bag. Go ahead. I say.

so Ill leave the clues at that. Gh. says George. I throw my bike to the ground in front of the teller machine on Gurie Street.Hell. Something big is what Im livin for. Aim for a million bucks.I guess so. Leonas in the kitchen with Mom. We psychiatrists are medical doctors first. then he throws a finger at town. some Spooked Deer and all. Notice how folks always throw in that extra smart-assed thing when the medias around.Oh Lord.Thus.

There you go. Its Martirios Angels!George and Betty cackle nut-chips over Leonas caramel laugh; Moms eyebrows perch like cherries on top. says Gibbons. . Groovy. Things couldve been different if Id learned to spell earlier. who used to go to my junior school. Theyre not her best friends. I see Mom run crying to the rest-rooms behind the New Life Center. Betty. The point is. Vaine steps between us. like a burrito. perhaps youll explain to the pastor why you abandoned his charity stall today. Can you imagine? She cant even keep her damn flab under control.

Gh-rr. says Lally. I aint on TV - she is. And I cant say its going too well. And get this: just like the rhinos you see in the wild on TV. Remember there are only two kinds of people in your position: glorious. but that wasnt ??Very impotent evidence. I still look. I say. with their fucken pre-programmed coos and sighs and bullshit. Vaine? You know certain type of practices can loosen a mans pitoota. didnt we? Now you dont even have to hold the receiver!I get waves about it all.Lally pulls out the glass bottles. its weird because. no problem Lally.

come on now. Then a school photo of me. See? Thats definitely my new plan. Her face drips down her arms onto her lap. She gives a wiggle. Offers open. Mom just frets over the oven. They take every word in the fucken universe. melting. but Eileenas like - the receptionist. courtroom. I mean anything new. I know. Typical Sunday things.Thats a fact.