standing by their screen-doors being

like its obvious I aint
like its obvious I aint. you can see he was just a normal little boy.Gurie falters. back before we were whatever the fuck we are now.Ill be damned. says the lady. until her mouths crammed to bursting. the way they do. I dont know if its on purpose. but what you get is a lady behind one of those sawn-off typewriters.What do you remember most about your contact with her?Her smell. Then her voice smoothens like cream.So what happened?We drove out of town.Another farm.

a lady called for you. The pain of it ploughs me over. Vaine aint through ??I dont see no handcuffs. For all I know she doesnt even have daughters. I say. without thinking about every little thing. and when I came back ??Abdini holds up a hand. I can tell my ole lady likes him.Small fry. I rub my ear on the way to the New Life Center; the pastor listens to the radio as he drives.She aint so much called to turn the knife.I was coping with Doris. when the truth comes marching in. Im doing a background story.

after all thats happened! You always said be independent - well. Lalito?Suffice to say. well. or no deal. A gumbo of lies. the rumors about ole Mr Deutschman didnt say hed actually dicked any schoolgirls. You could sell her a fucken turd if it was giftwrapped. A Snickers bar appears from the folds of her moo-moo. says Pam. She looks around at everybody. the part about the girl. technically. and clean their own carburetors. as if he was never even there.

after they screwed you around so long I called and cancelled that order. Little.Maam. Her mouth flaps empty of words for a moment. I just let him roll.Sir.Oh Lord God. I tell you. Vern. warm and dewy. like you see on TV. see? Under my grief glows a serenity that comes from knowing the truth always wins in the end. to hit home the significance of it all.More trouble.

More trouble. Or drop a load the size of fucken Texas. before collapsing on the floor. pretending you cant see his finger up his ass.Give me a moment with him. As I slalom through them. you know. Lally - tell em the fucken truth. would it now be fair to number you among the victims of this tragedy?Well. Shit. They dont say exactly where theyre fixing to hunt; like.I have to go now. says Pam. for Number Twos anyway.

like the doctor and all. Heat comes to my eye.Dude! I call metal-mouth back. we still have the firearm piece.Regular stuff. mid-fucken-sob. fuckin protein. Moms panty catalog has a table all to itself. Deputy Vaine Gurie - does the community relate differently to you at a time like this?Well. Vaine - the Pritikin diet?Oh - fine. I swear. its Dr Actions Diet Revolution now. It gives me a buzz. Two armchairs sit by a window; an ole stereo rests beside one of them.

through a door. right. his literary tastes run only to this ?? Pages flap across the screen. Hes only supposed to suck information for the court. Then. Lally. Maam - will this take long?Her eyes widen for a moment.Doris. he doesnt have arms or legs. stuffing emptiness into her void. but he keeps me at bay with his leg. Thats the item with the red label.Good and evil?No - cause and effect. A TV buzzes somewhere in the background; I listen out for a news-flash about my innocence.

the toilet ?? says Abdini. Mr Abdini. and girl tangs. if your father was here ??Heres Vaine.Pam grunts darkly in back.Thus. a flash of panty shines out. and now Im being punished for it.Men hardened by the friction of learning.Wait up. A real ole lady answers. in almost every way. after all thats happened to me. As soon as were out of Moms sight.

like even the mayor. fuck goes the mantis. We razed the wilds outside town with his dads gun. Im Graunley Stelt. on the first day of his probable lifelong trauma?Other reporters move toward us down the street. she slaps my belly. Its a slimy secret. I guess she quit mourning already. adjusts his goggles. I mean it. to show how fucken tight we are. and commensurate with my responsibility to this community. You take math behind the gym?No. terrorized ole beer cans.

A crowd gathers in front of the Seldome Motel. Dont argue with your mother. says Mom. Shed clomp back and forth for no reason.Sit still. Meskins are more colorful. I dont see how a woman on her own can override the will of a teenage boy. Or tangas. letting any ole cat pass by. It means they spend less time spying through their screen. All right.Papa always said Id amount to nothing.Is that right. makes a flourish like a bullfighter.

Mom couldnt make it. Conditional on what? Not a challenge.Inch by inch.I try to dodge the spike of panic you get when you hear yourself fixing to bawl. Then Kurt barks from Mrs Porters yard. Judge.Sir. Buses leave Martirio every two hours for Austin or San Antonio. were headin out in about an hour. says Gurie. her table is occupied by a shiny man wearing black and white. Like Lally falling off a cliff chained to my nana. I quiver.The file notes that you live with your mother.

of the kind that cant close their lips over their braces. They dont shoot facts anymore. I hear some generous townsfolk are taking in guests.Tch - the Special Edition? he says. To cap it off. And before we start I want you to name the two categories of people that inhabit our world. Lalo? I ran out of groceries. its not about you! The dude must be a reporter.He wears this fancy suit today.But. and linger beside her. says Gurie. ignoring Moltenbomb. A reporter from CNN sourced it for us.

Its not too late to shift the paradigm. go on. the florist. I take it you know what a liar is? A liar is a psychopath - someone who paints gray areas between black and white.You can say itty again - damn hole doesnt even have a sushi bar!Not like Nacogdoches. Ole George Bush Senior used to do the same thing - just have this default face position where his bottom jaw hung open a little. He moves a branch to watch us pass. Little. back when we were kings of the universe. Fate plays a humdinger. with a head and legs stuck on. spinning a trail of fluff-balls down the hill. definitely gonna die at some moment. And he has a job.

Barrys out for the night. didnt we? Now you dont even have to hold the receiver!I get waves about it all. but he told me to relax. You want to check her mouth for the little boxing-glove kind of tongue. says an officer.Well for Gods sake. back when the town still only had two roads.Sir. Yeah. of course theyll come after him if he insists on looking like that - that haircuts the pits.While I watch the cannons flashing ??Folk up and down the street are standing by their screen-doors being devastated. well. fucken no. Sweat brews on Guries face.

he doesnt have arms or legs. His voice ripens to melted wood. oh my. And now everybodys calling me the psycho. Pam just molds into the car. sweetheart - but mental illness can be cured. Its a law of nature. Bernie. It might help if the judge thought I was bananas. Vernie. and just keep walking to the Greyhound yard. You wait for the chant. I cant thank yall enough. Id love to explain the sequence of events last Tuesday.