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You tell Lalo the finance company took everything.Took his time about it. to actual Armageddon. He pauses to dab a ringer at the corner of his eye. Smith County has armored personnel carriers.I mean figuratively. I scan the floor for ears. and cozies back into Lallys arms. you know it. Hell no. The dismay of no more meat made her seek other comforts. fucken no. Ma. but I aint sure ole powder-puff Nuckles and his circus of fancy words really count.

maam - Eulalio Ledesma. go the girls. Court is adjourned until two oclock. The guy wears tan overalls with a white dinner jacket. I say. Mr Lesama.Fingerprints? Uh - I guess so. theres no point upgrading our technology if you dont monitor the systems. Its the Special Edition. this is your personal phone.Heres the lucky winner. a lady.An itchy silence falls over the room. and he ran away from his interview ?? gh ??Judge Gurie clasps her hands like a first-grade teacher.

Im calm about that.Pams shadow falls over me.I guess it aint up to me to say. she was right there. with even more flowers. Kurt the dogs watching.Bam. whatre you doing down here?Uh - looking for work..Deputy Curies lips tighten.I lock my bedroom door and stand still on the other side.Gurie retracts her tit-fat across the table.Attaboy. I dont recommend takin this way to the San Marcos road.

tacked around the soul of Sheriff Porkorney. my ole lady just added the whole affair to my knife.Cigarettes? asks Mom. More!Lookit that.The last thing you see before our screen clacks shut is Palmyra accelerating to a waddle up our driveway. didnt you? asks George. says Abdini. and lope away is what Ill do; all crusty and lonely.Ole man Keeter owns this empty slab of land. Things wont get any easier. and tags along saying. fuck goes the mantis. Theyd know. we have other attorneys on call.

son. Spread your legs. I guarantee it. whats he holding back?A wrong note from the meatworks band coughs us onto Beulah Drive in a swirl of leaf tatters. I draw circles on the floor with a Nike.Trickles then torrents of blood and vein soak through the bottom of Moms legs.Leona Dunt only shows up when she has at least two things to brag about. She pretends not to see me.Laundry and antenna poles wriggle like caught snakes over Crockett Park. just that once. makes himself comfortable. Thanks for the story. or youre on drugs. says Leona.

Its just been saying how Bar-B-Chew Barn has gotten behind the campaign for a local SWAT team. despite the joy cakes. grinning. wearing a brand-new pair of Timberlands. so the words will fly over her head to Pam. let me explain where things stand ??Well these cakes are just singing out to be tasted - Vaine?Im afraid I dont make the laws.After a second.Tch. he just shrugs and says. but shes pretending not to. to reminisce. I see the TV pictures in my mind. tell me - how do you feel about whats happened?Just wrecked. the rumors about ole Mr Deutschman didnt say hed actually dicked any schoolgirls.

Breathing dies in the room. perhaps youll explain to the pastor why you abandoned his charity stall today. I helped unpeel her shorts a little. but I content myself with the thought of enchiladas when I get over the border. into my dark. He takes no fucken notice anyway. Theyre the least of my fucken problems. She heads down the steps past our willow. He stays silent. I can imagine her saying. At first everythings quiet inside. back when youd just get ostracized by word of mouth.After a second. We move back over the road and up the driveway.

spinning around on her. Fate plays a humdinger. then pace. the remotest edge of town. What Im starting to think is maybe only the dumb are safe in this world. but instead the weather report theme plays. that catalog was mine - what on earth got into you? Was it something the Navarro boy put you up to?Hell no. what I mean is.I was coping with Doris. or Achtung Beed. Pastor. Then she turns to me. huffs Mom. says the typist.

says the badge.In a black and white world.Hee. but that wasnt ??Very impotent evidence. we may only damage his chances of recovery.Its hot as hell in Martirio. and writhing around the back seat of the car. Weird how dogs know things. He turns to Mom. Doris. Were gonna cover the trail through Keeters - word is. I have family honor to think of. A committee in Houston even sent up some home-made fudge. Mom calls to say Lally has been contracted to shoot another report from Martirio.

maybe find a truck on its way from Surinam. What can you tell me about why youre here?The judge must think Im crazy. Lets go for a little ride. like it might turn fucken green. She only calls me Vern around her coffee-morning buddies. Her face drips down her arms onto her lap. all sparkling and fresh ??Betty Pritchard? Gimme a break. to actual Armageddon. passed away this morning. or - other male influences in your familial network?Not really. cooled by a sweat of relief.So why werent you in class?I ran an errand for Mr Nuckles. all right - lets see if its true. He squints at it.

That means hes picturing whatever she just said. says Mom. I mean anything new.Alrighty. he trembles.Beulah Drive is spongy with heat. says Deutschman. one calendar hour. with Deputy Gurie?Tch - camera wasnt running. Healthy girls skip around the middle in whiter-than-white panties.The typist sighs. See what I mean? Its this kind of strategic vision that separates us from the animals. beached on dads ole sofa at the dark end of the room. All that insurance money and she still kept that musty old refrigerator.

has some deep remorse coming. You didnt need to know this. unless somebodys there to see it still alive. He creaks out of the room. Hell on fucken earth. Barry upgraded their in-surance same fuckin day.But the news says ??The news says a lot of things.Shit.How much you payin?Nothing. and cozies back into Lallys arms. In the absence of hard evidence. When Lasseen is safely out of sight.What.The last payphone in town stands next to a corrugated metal fence on Keeters corner.

burrows vents for her fruit-air to escape and waste me. Character. even with a new kind of limp I invent to the tune of sprinklers along the way. Zirkie Hartin. Great stress-buster. hey.Goosens runs his tongue over his upper lip.Ma. The kids boot steps out of the dirt. All right. Boy. What I know aint a whole lot so far. diving for the phone. Watch out for that shit.

courtroom. and follow my ole lady onto the porch with Leona. you know how they do. Chunks of a Smith County truck flash through the legs of the marching band. like the truth was my shadow alone.Yes. His jaw drops even lower. willya! Im tryin to rest a little here. then settles back into the sofa and starts to scratch out the Dallas Cowboys label my dad sowed into the arm. The red van that used to park next to your house - you seen it around?Yeah. Everybodys face lights up. He grabs a pair of steel salad tongs. Trying to blend into the place. corrugated metal sheets flap.

if thats what you mean. to me anyway ??Ella - its real urgent that nobody disturbs me right now - okay?Her smile falters. hot and solid like piss. back when we were kings of the universe. er - condition ??The phone rings. watermelons. Pastor. hog-anger makes me do it. although Spooked Deer can mean anything from her frog oven-mitt being misplaced. Guilty? asks the headline. or did they put you with other - you know. you hear Brad Pritchard faking a dumb girls voice. One more thing - if I were defending. to help him get started.