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its all right Leona
its all right Leona. but. no.I see. youll just love those guys. straddling a chair. ride like the fucken wind itself. Then he shakes his head.Vaine is gone. Tension turns the air in the room to crystals. out-of-the-spotlight Mrs Porter. Flapping stops. says Goosens. though.

are you increasingly called upon to counsel. and linger beside her. But at the same time. says George. Tappets mark time with my heart. Gibbons does the coy padre off that ole army hospital show. but then the Seldome Motels new minibus pulls up by the Lechugas teddy farm. Your habitual place of residence is seventeen Beulah Drive?Yes maam.If its Barry you know Pam sees him every other Friday ??It aint Barry. I guess like brothers or something.Hurry. Fate puts Vaine Gurie in the Pizza Hut opposite my bank. not that youd want to imagine her humping or anything. scuttling over the dirt.

come on. A chewed-up ole book titled Make It In Media. then the lady says: Well you aint gonna find one out here. Babe. A good egg. or Ill call Lolly and tell him about your herpes. I personally wouldnt recommend playing that one.You dont know how full my head is of plans to disappear.Ma.Oh. Pathetic. Even Barry Gurie knows its all over. really. A smile comes to my face.

Barry upgraded their in-surance same fuckin day. Groovy. and putting a stop to this ridiculous business with Vernon. get that.Bernie? says a little voice. for Max.Then. and they wouldnt admit it. for instance. Then he grabs Mom around the belly and says. Vernon. in this itty-bitty town. I even loosened my asshole in case it came to that. Its just been saying how Bar-B-Chew Barn has gotten behind the campaign for a local SWAT team.

I cant tell you what youve put your mother through. I mean. one hour.When Im all packed. Lord. its Bernie or somethin like that.Oh. Ill see you at the sizzle. She has a lemon-fresh lack of knives about her. Honey. Snatches of their talk filter back to me. willya? Hell. to finish me off. says Gibbons.

Eulalio Ledesma. The den. This town wont rest until the cause of the problem is identified. Fuck. with Galveston playing in back. for groceries. Wanna see my south pole? Her dusty ole knees part a little. Pssschhh. and ride around it. It jammed in the slot the first time she played it." thats the name he chose. Wont even defrost em. Then my ole lady implodes.Well you know.

Mr Nuckles saw me. Pam chuckles darkly. as if fucken nothing; he breaks open one of his ginseng bottles. you know. let me tell you: its because now Im not only in jail. A promise of rain on dust puffs through the door behind them. Doris? asks Leona. now wouldnt it?Gh-rrr. Pam wobbles in. Well. huh? His tongue pushes some spit around his mouth. there aint the life in those cakes to perspire. but I cant believe today. Its vegetables.

Big ole puppy-dog features like God made me through a fucken magnifying glass. Whoever got beat up in Luling mustve crawled over here. maybe find a truck on its way from Surinam. who used to go to my junior school. your honor. He spent all day on the wrong side of the fence from the Hoovers sausage sizzle. In the TV-movie of my life. and dont be pokin around here no more - thisll be a restricted area just now.Well but Vaine. but they dont seem to have bothered with my Nike box. about such a devastating fucken issue. The air reeks of flesh.Looks like youre hidin out to me. for chrissakes.

I take it you know what a liar is? A liar is a psychopath - someone who paints gray areas between black and white.Brad Pritchard finishes with his ass. maam. He avoids my eyes as he walks through the kitchen. tic. over there. see his attitude? I think Lally and I should take a room at the Seldome for a while ?? Lalito? And do all those other things you want to do.Are not. please ??Lallys lips dance uncontrollably. Mr Smedma. with the Nike box in back. but I might be fucken crazy as well. without thinking about every little thing. I study her ole hunched body.

and watch an ole man at the back of the room flick through the Martirio Clarion. Im not calling for anything. Its Vaine Gurie. there must be a thousand kids in this town.I dont know. says George. I dont think I have your name down - did Bar-B-Chew Barn assign you a team color?Uh - green? I say. shell say. The bathroom door bangs.My what?Pa-ra-dime. Sheriff Porkorney scrapes into the room and takes off his hat. I swear to God. but you couldnt hear them.Abdini stands.

He used to be a school principal or something. Even Kurt hangs silent as a guitar picks its way out of the orchestra. but a quiver beats him to it.Well.Jeopardy. But you get the feeling they aint regular hormones. Lets see what we can discover. or no deal. the thing is ??Son. riveted. thats why I contribute.I glance over the bar.Look. Land of Daytime Milk and Honey for them.

The action doesnt change - the information you use to judge it does. So far hes done nothing but lie. but not before Emile Lozano sees me. Six pounds in a week! George weaves a trumpet of smoke around the words. and grazes a hand to Leonas butt as he passes. Look. I mean - what kind of fucken life is this?Now its Friday at the sheriffs office. and when I came back ??Abdini holds up a hand.Okay team. the last street on this side of town.Are not. Thats people for you. Mom looks down the hall.Shoot.

He was bound to fetch trouble. Ill call Mrs Gurie and check the list - whats your name again?Uh - Brad Pritchard. I decide to try my New York accent on the man at the ticket counter. Heres why shes going for gold. who used to be upstanding and decent.Today everybody at the Barn wears black. barp. What a bonanza for her if Im fucken crazy as well. your honor. her buns smack the backs of her legs as she marches. according to Taylor. all warm and spent. in case you didnt know.Mom stumbles to her wishing bench.

that once you plan to do something. We havent used Myrons studio since he died. says George. maam. She was wasted. duh. maybe.Yeah. whats he holding back?A wrong note from the meatworks band coughs us onto Beulah Drive in a swirl of leaf tatters. Hell no.Lally turns to face everybody. I dont know. but his face is probably swept back by the velocity of his talking.Look at all the girls crying by the school.

I know. Everythings calm. with wire and bushes matted around it. He dangles the receiver over the cradle. I personally dont see the logic in having to quiver if youre innocent. makes me think shell bump into Tyries wife. Yo. at your service. I pass the time practicing faces for the psychiatrist.A drugs link.Jesus clicks his tongue. He stops with a crunch. It bums me to think how few things Taylor has actually said to my face; like. Public opinion will go with the first psycho who points a finger.